James
I climb into the driver's seat and start the car. Glancing in the review mirror, I make sure the mutant isn't following us. For all I know, he's going to morph into something and chase us down.
Punk is staring at me, all wide eyed and excited, like we're in a fucking movie, off to go save the world from aliens.
I wonder if he cares that I almost died. He's grinning, so I guess the thought hasn't crossed his mind.
He's such a little shit.
This isn't how my day was supposed to go. I frown. He's fucking changed everything.
Riley
So hot.
His frowny face reminds me of Mr. Banner that time he caught Edward and me huffing dubious fluids. I snort, then catch a stern glare from my insanely gorgeous driver. I bite my lip, and he groans, starting the engine and hurtling back out of the driveway.
He drives like he's running from the police, and the way he handles the gearshift makes me squirm a little.
Turning briefly, he takes in my thinking about gearshifts face, and groans louder.
Waiting at a stoplight, he adjusts his pants and tells me exactly how things are going to be.