Page 70 of The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

Too late, you already gave him all the power agreeing to cut class.

“If you want to go back, I can—”

“Just drive,” I repeated.

“As you wish.” Jason smirked as he pulled off and headed out of the school gates. “You know, it might help if you breathe.”

I shot him daggers and he chuckled again.

A few seconds of silence passed and then he said, “I was sorry, about Sunday morning.”

“No you weren’t,” I replied, resigned more than angry. Jason was Jason. He hadn’t promised me anything, and I hadn’t asked for anything. So the fact I was in the car with him when I should have been sitting in third period English wasn’t lost on me. But I couldn’t seem to make rational decisions when it came to Rixon’s bad boy star quarterback.

Maybe I was more like Jenna Jarvis and the gymnastics team and cheerleaders than I realized. But they didn’t have a list. They didn’t want to live every second of senior year as though it was their last.

I did.

At least, that was my excuse for my behavior of late.

“You’re not what I expected, Giles,” he murmured, his words making me sit a little straighter.

“Am I supposed to know what that means?”

I was me. Nothing more, nothing less. Until recently, Jason had made no effort to hide the fact he found me annoying. But now he looked at me differently, talked to me in a way I never expected.

It was all very confusing.

Any normal girl might have believed it meant she was special or that she was capturing the heart of the guy she liked. I knew better. I knew you didn’t capture a guy like Jason, you were granted an audience; allowed to breathe, to talk, to be in his presence.

And for some reason, right now in this moment, he had chosen me. Given me the royal nod. I smothered a nervous laugh.

“What?” he asked as my eyes drilled holes into the side of his head.

“Nothing.”

“I can hear you thinking from all the way over here, spit it out.” The corner of his mouth lifted.

“I’m just wondering what it’s like to be you. Loved by an entire town, worshipped by most of your classmates. Guys want to be you, girls want to...” The word lodged in my throat.

“You can say it, Giles, I won’t tell.”

“Fine, girls want to fuck you even though they know that’s all they will ever get from you.”

That made him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

Good.

Asshole.

“Maybe I’m worth the ride,” he threw back, and I snorted.

“No one is that good in bed.”

“Is that a challenge?” He glanced over at me, daring me with his dark intense gaze.

“Shouldn’t you be watching the road?”

“I don’t know, the view from here is pretty incredible.” He winked before turning his attention back to the road.