Princess and the Pea? No no, it's JERK and the Pea

Chapter [9]

"Oh ha ha you're so funny Ave." He says bitterly. I laugh in the cold night, then sneeze.

"I know!" I shriek, and sneeze again.

We walk to the car, which was a few blocks away. Gosh! Why did he have to flippin' park so far?! Stupid stupid boy!!!

I was carrying the cookie bag, and Ian carried everything else. My excuse was, "My arm hurts!" When he didn't buy my lie, I threatened to burst into tears...

He immediately agreed to carry all of the stuff.

We get to his car, and he unlocks the doors.

"Get in." He orders.

"Do you like ordering people around or something? You seem to do it a lot."

Ian grins in reply, as he packs all his stuff he brought in the trunk.

"Oh I just love ordering people around. Especially people like you."

"People like me?"

"Yeah...You know? The stubborn type?"

"Pfft! I'm not stubborn!"

Ian raises his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you are." He says, smiling. I clench my fists in anger.

"I'm not stubborn!" I yell. Ian laughs; his gray eyes glistening. Then he slams the car's trunk.

"See! You are!"

"Ian!...Ian...Erm...What's your last name again?"

"Corlett," He replies, leaning on the car, smirking.

"Right. Ian Corlett! I am not stubborn!"

Ian shrugs. He just...SHRUGS!

"You're just...Letting it go?" I ask him. Ian looks at me, smirking a bit. His dirty blonde hair was messy because of the rain, and it looks really...yum. He was shirtless...Again....And his abs were toned perfectly. His faded jeans had turned into a very dark navy blue.

"Of course. I'm not stubborn...Like most people." He says pointedly, and shoots a glance at me.

"Wha-,"

Let it go. He's just testing you to see if you really are stubborn.

I instantly stop talking with this thought scampering across my mind.

"Whatever." I mutter, and get in the car.

"Atta girl!" Ian exclaims, and gets in the car also.

I swear, if it wasn't for my mind, this guy would be dead.

Ugh, stupid boy.

Stupid car.

Stupid rain!

Stupid...URGH! Just stu-,

"See, you're doing it again."

"Doing what again?!" I cry to him.

"You're being all...Well I can't say weird cuz you already are..."

"Hey!"

"It looks like you're fighting with yourself or something." Ian ignores my comment, and keeps talking with his big talkative mouth.

"I'm not."

"You sure?"

"I'm positive!"

"Hm...Whatever." Then he starts the car. I look at him in surprise.

"Well where are we going?"

"Home." He replies.