Driving Lukas's car was weird. I have my driver's license but I don't own a car, I can barely afford my crappy apartment. It had been I while since I sat down behind the wheel of a vehicle and I'm pretty sure if I put a single scratch on his Mustang, he'll kill me. Hence, my nervousness and the fact Lukas had his eyes on me the entire time wasn't helping, at all!

"Can't believe a girl is driving my car." Lukas muttered to himself but I heard every word of it, taking offence. I wasn't doing this because I wanted to, he practically forced me.

"You should be happy I'm taking care of your drunk ass." I snarled at his direction and turned my head to face him. He was sitting completely relaxed with his head against the window while twirling his fingers around the frays of his frayed jeans.

"Taking care of me? You're just driving me home, don't exaggerate." He said while looking at me with furrowed brows.

"Well, I should be working right now so you could at least be a tiny bit thankful." I scoffed trying to keep an eye on the road instead of being distracted by the drunk pretty boy next to me. All he did was bend forward to grab something from the glove compartment which caught my attention. He took out a metal flask that looked like something you would hide your alcohol in, I would know my dad collected those things, including the contents. He opened it and put it to his full lips before chugging down the mystery liquid. I released one hand from the wheel to grasp the flask from his hand tugging it away from him. I put the cap back on and threw the flask as far back in the car as I could. Lukas looked astound by my action unable to speak as his mouth parted and then closed again sitting back in silence and crossing his arms to protest. "You keep alcohol in your car? Are you completely out of your mind?" I said raising my voice causing it to echo trough the car. "You know I don't care if you are moody, angry, constantly mean and love to insult people. If that's who you are that's fine, but drinking and driving... I just have no respect left for you! You put other people in danger by doing so! Are you really that self-centered you only care about yourself!" I yelled at him while he looked at me with glazed eyes failing to react. I saw him swallow before he slid down into his seat without saying a word. Minutes passed while an awkward silence filled the car.

"I'm sorry I almost got you in trouble with your boss." Lukas said, almost whispering while looking at me apologetic. Oh it speaks.

"Nevermind!" I snapped. I wasn't going to fall for his sad puppy looks again. He opened the window to let some fresh air enter in the car, which was filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes that lingered on his clothes. The fresh air brushed my skin and made strands of my blonde hair dance in the wind blocking my view on the road. I tried to keep it out of my face by attempting to catch the flyways. Lukas must have noticed because he quickly closed the window causing the strands to lay flat against my head again.

"I said I was sorry." He repeated, turning up the volume of his voice and shifting to me in his seat. His face turned into the sight of a thundercloud, moody as always.

"And I don't care if you are." I said rolling my eyes and shrugging my shoulders at him for a second before turning my focus back to the road. A beautiful sunset falling over the streets, with the sky a beautiful shade of orange.

"You never listen to me, do you!" He yelled throwing his hands in the air with disbelieve and I could hear him sigh frustrated.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" I yelled back, still trying to focus on the road ahead.

"I tell you I'm sorry, you don't want to hear it. I tell you to stay away from Drew, you go running into his arms. I come to the diner to see you, you can't get me out fast enough. You never listen, you never do what I want. It's infuriating." He yelled while putting a hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at his roots.

"First, I don't have to do what you want! Second, you didn't come to see me. That's bullshit." I said pulling over to the side of the road because I couldn't focus on the road and have this discussion with him.

"Why else would I be there?" He muttered while fidgeting nervously with the frays of his jeans again, looking down at his hands while biting his lip.

"I don't know, for Audrey maybe." I scoffed shaking my head at him. I just didn't know what to think. If there is one person on the entire planet I don't get, it's him. One minute he's insulting me, the next he's nice. Which side of him is he playing, and which one is his true self? I couldn't figure him out and all I wanted at this point was get inside his head and read his thoughts.

"If I did, I wouldn't have waited for you to show up, would I?" He said while nudging my shoulder playfully. So, he did want to see me but why? He has been mean to me the entire time. Yes, this morning outside his apartment I wanted him to kiss me. I think I really did want that but Drew is just so much nicer to me. I can't hurt his feelings because of this attraction towards Lukas that I can't even explain to myself. I had to remind myself what Lukas did to Drew's sister. Lukas isn't the kind of person you want to be around, let alone fall for. He'll just end up hurting me I kept telling myself.

"Well if you think showing up drunk was going to get my attention, your wrong."

"You're in my car, aren't you?" He smirked looking at me and I realized I was still wearing the ridiculous uniform. "I told you, I always get what I want." You know he has a point...

"Why did you get drunk? I'm sure you must have had a reason? Or do you just like killing off your braincells?" I scoff coldly, turning my body towards him, still keeping my distance emotionally and physically.

"It's nothing you need to worry about." He gritted his teeth and I knew he wasn't telling me the whole story. My curious self wanted to know.

"I think I'm already invested since I'm the one sitting behind the wheel." I said, gesturing to the steering wheel of his Mustang.

"It's nothing!" He turned his body away from me and looked out of the window, resting his head against it.

"You don't get to pull me out of work and not tell me why."

"Let it go Isabella." He whispered, putting his head back against the soft leather seat and closing his eyes.

"You owe me, the least you can do is t-"

"I said, let it fucking go!" He yelled while slamming his fist into the hard material of his door and I was taken aback by the violence. He rubbed his face with both hands before parting his mouth but closing it again, not saying anything. I could see the eternal debate he was having with himself whether or not to speak and tell me but knowing him I had to let it go.

"Alright, alright... I'll just take you home. You don't have to say a thing!" I said, putting my hands up to calm down his temper. I pulled back onto the road and continued driving to his apartment.

When we arrived at the parking lot Lukas got out of the car by himself but I could see he was struggling to walk a straight line toward the entrance of the building. Aarrgh What am I doing to myself. I got out of the car, slamming the door behind me and quickly running towards Lukas and taking his arm to steady him on his feet. We reached the entrance and I prayed that the building had an elevator because I wasn't going to get his drunk ass up the stairs by myself. My prayers had been answered and I sighed with relief when I saw the elevator at the end of the hall. We walked, almost stumbling over the slippery tiles, towards the elevator and I pushed the button.

"So, here are your keys." I said handing him over his keys while we waited for the elevator. He looked at me confused while he took the keys from my hand slightly brushing his fingers against mine which made me take a sharp breath. "I think you can handle it from here." I said nervously while the elevator doors opened and I gestured Lukas to get in. He got into the elevator, pushed the button of his floor before leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and looking at me with a smirk. Bye asshole, I hope the elevator gets stuck on the way up...I turned around on my heel to walk away but before I could take a step forward a hand took mine spinning me around, pulling me inside the elevator just in time before the doors automatically shut. "What the hell."

Oh karma, I didn't mean what I just said about getting stuck, i wish I could take it back.

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Love,

Jana