“Why did you drag me into this?” Esther protested for what felt like the hundredth time.
They were already inside Gaara’s Range Rover, speeding down the highway, and by now it was far too late for her constant objections to change anything. She had no idea where he was taking her, but deep down she swore that if he dared bring her somewhere suspicious, she would plant her fist in his face and kick his shin hard enough to make him limp for a week.
“Can’t you just accept the fact that I only want to skip class with you today?” Gaara said flatly.
Esther fell silent, though her thoughts grew louder. What worried her most was her father. The mere idea of him discovering that his eldest daughter was doing something as reckless as ditching class with a delinquent like Gaara Maxwell was enough
