"I'm telling you, I'm not your little bunny!"
After saying that, Michaela's smile quickly vanished. She reached out and pushed Treyne away, then walked off toward the distance on her long, slender legs beneath her short skirt.
Michaela actually planned to walk home!
"Fine!"
Treyne didn't care at all. He shrugged at Michaela's retreating back and said confidently,
"You'll call me!"
Sam was walking toward his car when Miles, that unreliable guy, instead of properly opening the door and getting in, was twisting his butt as he climbed through the window.
As Sam turned to get into the car, he happened to spot Michaela's graceful figure walking away alone along the roadside. Thinking of the conversation he had vaguely overheard earlier, it was obvious that Michaela and Treyne had fallen out!
Sam's heart stirred, and at that moment, the radio in the secondhand Chevrolet he had just gotten suddenly switched itself on. A song drifted out through the car window.
"Who's driving you home tonight?..."
The instant he heard that lyric, Sam made up his mind!
"Hey, man, what's wrong with your radio?"
Having climbed in through the window and just settled into the front passenger seat, Miles stuck his head out from inside the car and asked Sam.
But Sam's reply had nothing to do with the question.
"I'm driving her home tonight!"
Miles froze.
"What? She's that tough guy's girlfriend. Let her hitch a ride!"
Sam's gaze remained fixed on Michaela, who was steadily walking farther away down the road, and he was reluctant to look away.
"Her house is ten miles from here. This is my only chance!"
Only then did Sam turn to look at Miles in the car.
"You understand me, right?"
"Fine. Let her sit in the back. I'll keep quiet."
Miles, seated in