"No. No no no no no." I said firmly. 

Scar glanced at me and sighed.

"Kitten, please keep your drama performances under control. It's just a fucking car. No need for an Academy Award-winning show now. I want to get home just as much as you do." he said with another sigh.

"Yes, but I want to get home alive!" I snapped as his friend stopped the car in front of us. Scar smiled and walked up to the car, dragging me behind by the wrist. The window slid down.

"Hey, dude." his friend said. He had long brown hair tied back in a ponytail and blue eyes that slid away from Scar and to me. I could see some kind of feather tattoo crawling up his tanned skin. He had a nose ring on the left side and a cigarette between his teeth. What most caught my attention was the shiny pink scar that ran down the length of his face. Even though he was sitting down, I could still make out how buff he was. He was at least 7 feet with muscles that a bodybuilder would have.

In other words, he was absolutely terrifying.

"Hey Mike." Scar greeted, pushing me in front of him. He opened the door and motioned for me to get inside. I shook my head quickly. Scar's friend was just as terrifying as the bartender.

"What's going on, man?" Mike asked. "I know you've gotten yourself into some shit but this really takes the cake. I had to drive all the way from Surrey to pick your ass up."

"Sorry. The car broke down and we had been walking for hours now. Can you give us a ride back home?" Scar asked, glaring at me. He put a hand on my back and tried pushing me harder into the open seat but I was determined not to budge. Didn't he have other friends that, you know, don't look like serial killers?

"Why else would I be here?" Mike replied. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Genevieve. And kitten, this is Mike. He's an underground MMA fighter. Now get in the car." Scar said, a hint of a warning in his voice. I took a deep breath and looked inside. There was only one row of seats. The driver's seat, which Mike occupied, one in the middle, and then shotgun. That meant I would have to sit in the middle of the two.

I nervously climbed inside the car and took a seat next to Mike. He smiled, trying to be nice, but it made him look even more scarier. Scar jumped inside as well, sitting down on the passenger seat. He pushed me over, making me squished between them. I uncomfortably squirmed. I could feel their body heat on either side of me. My leg was touching Scar's and I nervously inched away, trying to be away from him but also away from Mike.

Awkward.

Mike threw his cigarette out the window and began driving. I tried to stay as still as possible. The ridge of Scar's seat was digging into my back and I was fully aware of Mike's humongous leg brushing against mine. Scar rested his hand on my leg, which I pushed away with a death glare. He merely smirked back.

"Kitten?" Mike suddenly said. "Man, you go through them fast."

It took me a moment to realize that he was talking about when Scar introduced me to him. Scar had called me kitten, and Mike was obviously amused now. But I wished he hadn't brought it up. My cheeks began to get heated.

Scar chuckled darkly.

"Remember Christina?" Mike continued. 

I felt Scar stiffen next to me. 

"Man, she was something else. I remember how you used to call her Bambi because she-"

"Mike." Scar growled.

"-because she cried whe-

"Stop!" Scar suddenly slammed his hand down on the dashboard. Mike fell silent. The only noise that could be heard was his heavy breathing. I felt a strange, pitiful pull in my stomach. I didn't know who Christina was, but she had to be someone important for Scar to react like that. For some reason, I felt like I had been slapped. 

I tried to brush it off. I shouldn't care about his past. Scar was free to like any girl that he does. It's not like he was mine or anything. I had no connection to him in any way. But the more I tried to shake off the rejected feeling, the more I felt resentment towards....I didn't even know what.

I kept my mouth shut. I just wanted this night to be over, and then I would never have to see Scar again.

Hopefully.

Mike didn't stop the car soon enough. Scar opened the door and jumped out. I gave a grateful smile to Mike and followed after, relief bubbling in my stomach at the sight of my house. All the lights inside were on. Scar's house was completely dark and brooding. 

Scar was saying something to Mike, both of them speaking in low tones. I walked towards my house, not bothering to wait for Scar. I heard him call my name but I ignored it. I didn't get the chance to open the front door.

My father was standing there, fury written all over his aged face. I sighed and went inside. He closed the door behind me. The warmth of the house instantly warmed me up. I wanted nothing more than to sleep but I had to deal with my father and Marie first. 

Marie appeared from down the hall, her phone in her hand. She looked furious.

"Genevieve!" she said worriedly, walking towards us. I glanced at my father nervously, who was silently seething.

"Um....hi." I said meekly.

"Where have you been, Genevieve!" Dad asked angrily. 

"Dad, I can explai-"

"Really?" he snapped. "Why don't you go on, then! Explain to me why I have been waiting for hours for my daughter to come home. It's 1 in the morning, for Pete's sake! Where have to been? We we worried sick. I get no phone call from you, no text, no way to communicate. We called the police but they said we had to wait 72 hours before filing a Missing Person report!"

Marie stood in the background, silently watching the whole thing.

"I'm sorry!" I said. "I was with Scar."

"Scar?" he questioned.

"Yes. Our neighbor?"

"Oh yes. That kid. But it still doesn't explain why you are arriving home at 1 in the morning!"

"I got detention. Dad, before you freak out on me, let me tell you that it wasn't even my fault. It was just a misunderstanding. But Scar offered me a drive home, but his car broke down and we kinda got lost. We had to get a ride from his friend." I left out the part where we went to the bar. He or Marie didn't need to know that.

"Genevieve..." he sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"I'm sorry." I repeated.

My father sighed and walked over. He gave a long hug, which I half-heartedly returned. Marie did the same, but it was even more awkward. She gave me a slight smile. I could almost swear we were becoming closer together. 

"We'll talk about this in the morning." Marie offered.

I was too tired to reply.

I turned around and climbed the stairs. I could hear my father whisper something to Marie, but it was too far for me to make out what the said. I opened the door to my bedroom. For my birthday last year, Marie had gotten me a poster of Justin Bieber. I do not know why.

I collapsed into bed, too tired to even take my shoes off. My brain idly wondered what Scar would be doing right now. I forced myself not to think about him. He was just a boy. He was stupid. He had no meaning to my life. 

I think.

I mean, if I could feel such jealousy at the mere mention of this Christina, then God knows what I would feel like if he was actually my boyfriend. If I were to date someone, I would want them to be only mine. Scar couldn't hold up to that. He was dangerous, he was absolutely gorgeous, and he was way out of my league. No doubt that the Barbies were already planning on how to get him, and Lord knows they would make anyone's life who tried getting in between them a complete Hell. I wasn't up for that drama.

I was perfectly fine with my books.