I knew it was too good to be true.

Because the next day after I slammed my door in the brothers' faces, Derick would not leave me alone.

Skipping his class to get me in trouble during mine? Not a problem for this self-centered jerk.

"At least say something." he pestered me.

"No talking in detention!" the spinster looking lady with the pointy glasses ordered.

I smile smugly as Derick gets reprimanded.

He sticks his tongue out at me, and I give him the same.

It didn't take long for Mrs. Pointy face told us to stop making faces at eachother.

And Derick smirks at me because I got rileprimanded too.

Seriously, it's like he has the mentality of a seven year old. And some seven year olds are even more mature than him.

After the bell rang and we were let out, I hurried away from him. 'Til I realized, I don't have any way to get home. With it raining and the bus already having left an hour ago.

"Looks like you need a ride home." evilness radiating from him.

I sighed, and hopped into his car.

"What? That wasn't an invitation." he scowled.

I smirked, "It didn't have to be. Now drive on good monsieur." I motion to the steering wheel, not taking my eyes off of the road in front of the car.

He sighed and started driving, a hint of a smile on his face.