Carina
Frustrated, I sit in the backseat of the car as we make our way to the hotel. I can't believe he manhandled me like that, but what upsets me more is the fact that I liked it. I liked his touch far too much, just the small touch of him grabbing my arm woke up my body and I wanted to lean into it instead of pulling away. Now here I am, stuck in the backseat of his car, the doors locked as if he thinks I would be stupid enough to jump out of a speeding car. Now if he would just slow down, I might consider it, or at least imagine myself being a bad ass b***h willing to jump out of a moving car to get away from the man that drives her insane.
Shay can't stop smiling, looking at me through the side mirror and winking at me every now and then. f*****g traitor. She has been talking to Ja
