"Sweetheart."

Poke.

"Sweetheart....."

Poke.

Right now I'm currently ignoring this douche because he thought it would be fun to go all dare devil crazy on me. And the fact that I just don't like him. I feel him poke me and it hurts like hell, but I won't let him see that, in fact, I'm so freaking close to snapping his finger off and shoving it up his butt.

Poke.

Poke.

Poke.

Breath, I told myself. In and Out, Inhale and Exhale.

Poke.

"Get the hell off me before I rip your finger off."

I snapped glaring at him.

"Oh, and keep your eyes on the road, will you?"

He glared at me and I kinda found it scary. "Fine, I want to get you home faster anyway."

What was his problem? I mean I know I was a little harsh on him, okay maybe a really harsh but, who wants a guy to pop into your life like a pimple and ruin it for the worst, I mean girls are glaring at me at school non- stop but I shouldn't treat him that badly I think I should apologize to him.

"Hey.... Look I'm... S-s-s."

I tried to get the word out but I couldn't. I only apologize to three people in my life Carmen, Ashton, and my mom.

"What? spit it out."

He snapped. "Nevermind." I sighed frowning.

Ten minutes later we arrive in my drive way and I get out of the car.

"Thanks for the ride and uhm... Sorry for pissing you off."

I walked up to my door ready to let myself in but not before a hand clamped my wrist stopping me, there goes those sparks again.

"Hey! Wait, sorry for being an ass."

He smiles at me and it didn't quite reach his eyes and so I did the unexpected and smiled back.

"Yeah, it's okay, bye."

I walked to my door and let myself in only to face the wrath of my brother...