BitterSweet - Book one of the Bitter Novels-

Chappie 3

Clay drove in silence so I flicked on the radio. Price Tag by Jessie J was halfway through,

"It's not about the money money money we don't need ya money..." I sang super loud and my voice hit every note perfect. I'm not saying I'm a good singer. I think I sounded like a cat being stamped on by a gorilla but I hit every note. Clay switched it off but I carried on singing,

"We just wanna make the world dance forget about the..."

"Scarlett...Scarlett...SCARLETT!!" Clay screamed,

"Bleddy hell I hear you, there's no need to shout"  He glared at me with his utterly adorable angry face,

"Why did you leave college early?" He asked. I stared out the car window gazing at the city in silence. Yeah he was hotter than Robert Patterson in Twilight but I wasn't about to bond with him over my problems,

"I just had, had enough of lessons" I muttered. Oh god his car stank of his aftershave. I was basically drowning in Clay, not that I cared. I would live in this car forever...or until I needed to go toilet then I would have to...

"You always do that!" He snapped into my toilet thoughts,

"Do what?" I asked frowning. God he was being moody today or maybe he was always moody. After all, I'd only known him two days,

"When people talk, you go off into your own little world" I was silent as he carried on, "I spoke to your dad this morning before he left..." He glanced at me. I loved his voice. I'd bet my new sunnies that he sang better then Robbie Williams, "He asked if I could give you lessons..."

My blood ran cold. What had my dad said? My dad didn't know anything about me, he didn't even speak to me,

"Lesson for what?" I muttered,

"Sparring"  He means fighting right? Would that mean he would fight me? Well that was ok. Working out with Clay. Yum.  I suppose I wouldn't mind being able to kick  ass... "and swimming" He finished looking uncomfortable. Oh my bleddy god, I was going to kill dad. Clay thought I couldn't swim. I was 17 years old and he thought I couldn't swim,

"I can swim Clay, I don't need lessons from you" I snapped,

"You're dad thought because you never swim that you might have a..." I interrupted him,

"My dad doesn't give a fuck about me, he doesn't even know me. He gives me money and expects me to keep out his way, so I wouldn't believe half the stuff he says about me" I was almost shouting. Just thinking about my dad telling Clay stuff about me made me angry. Yeah Clay was cute and sexy but he knew nothing about me and dad,

"He cares about you Scarlett" He muttered,

"How would you know?" I asked,

"He told me"

"Yeah? I don't know why he bothered. You'll be dead in a week or so like all the other gorilla's before you" I squeezed my eyes shut as soon as I said the words. Why did I do these things? Say these things?

"You push people away. Don't you?" He said softly. I stared at Clay in shock and glanced away before he saw my face,

"You're wrong" I mumbled and flicked the radio back on. He switched it back off. My fingers hovered over the on button but he pushed my hand away softly. Oh my god! He touched me. I smoothed my skin where his long piano playing fingers had brushed over mine. I will never ever wash this bit of my hand ever again. I will wear a glove forever and sometimes I will take it off and kiss my hand. He had touched me. My cheeks were flushing red,

"You don't have college tomorrow?"  He asked,

"Huh?...I don't think I do...I have to check...I mean...hang on" I took a breath. I am a number one idiot. "No I do not have college tomorrow"