The Game That Breaks Us (Us 3)
“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath and run after her.
I catch up to her easily and tug on her arm, grabbing the phone from her hand and ending the call.
“Hey!” she screams, trying to snatch the phone from my hand. “I was calling a cab.”
“And I have a car right over there that I can drive you back to campus in.”
She glares at me, and I swear there’s a fire in her eyes. “Did you ever think that maybe I don’t want you to drive me back?” She laughs humorlessly. “Oh, wait, you think the sun rises and falls because you breathe. Right, I forgot,” she mutters and starts walking again.
“Grace,” I plead.
She whips around. “What?” she yells. “What do you want? Tell me, Bennett, because I’m incredibly confused.” She holds her arms out at her sides. “You’re the one that kissed me, remember? And don’t play dumb, I know that’s why you came up with that stupid kiss a stranger thing. That was a dick move.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m your fake girlfriend, Bennett. I get it, so you don’t have to keep reminding me. Can we move on now?”
My teeth smash together and I scrub my hands down my face. “Jesus Christ, Grace, this isn’t about you, it’s about me.”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course it is. Everything’s about you, Bennett.”
“You don’t understand,” I tell her.
“Then make me understand!” she yells.
“I don’t understand it myself, so how can I possibly explain it to you?” I counter.
She shakes her head. “You’re ridiculous. Give me my phone back. I’m calling a cab.”
“No,” I say firmly.
“Why?” she snaps.
“Because I care about you, and I’m not letting you stand out here alone to get in a cab with some stranger.”
She snorts. “Oh, so I can’t get in a car with a stranger but I can kiss them? You sure make a lot sense.”
“Fuck,” I curse. “Just get in the car, Grace.”
“No.”
“You leave me no choice then.”
“Wh—”
She starts to speak but I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
“Bennett!” She beats my back. “Put me down.”
“I’ll put you down in a minute.”
“Ugh, I hate you.” She slaps my ass like that’ll get me to drop her or something.
“Keep lodging your insults, Princess, they just bounce off of me.”
I unlock my car and open the passenger door, dropping her inside. She immediately tries to push past me and out of the car. I grab her by the shoulder and give a gentle push back.
“Grace,” I say, “I know you’re pissed, but I also know you’re a smart girl and the safest alternative is to let me take you back to the dorm.”
She groans but stops fighting me and sits back in the seat.
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