I wanted to drive his car badly. I wanted to show all of these people what I was made of. I wanted to show Jared that I was worth something.
And it was that thought that made me want to walk away. I didn’t have to prove anything to him. I knew my worth, and I didn’t need his approval.
“Perhaps,” I conceded. “But I do have pride. He’s not getting a damn thing from me.”
“Thank you.” Jared cut off K.C. before she had a chance to respond.
“For what?” I shot back.
“For reminding me of what a disappointing, self-serving bitch you are,” Jared gritted through his teeth as he got in my face. Heat rose to my head as I started to feel like words weren’t enough anymore.
My arms went stiff, my finger curling into fists. I was fantasizing about having Jared handcuffed while I punched the crap out of him.
Before I could respond with a snarky comeback, Madoc snapped, “That’s enough. Both of you.” He stepped between us, switching his glare from Jared to me. “Right now, I don’t give a f**k what the history is between you two, but we need asses in that car. People will lose a hell of a lot of money.”
He rolled up his sleeves as if he was going to personally throw us into the car. “Jared? You’re going to lose a lot of money. And Tate? You think everyone treated you badly before? Two-thirds of the people here tonight bet on Jared. When they hear that his first choice turned him down, the rest of your school year will be hell without Jared or me having to lift a finger. Now, the both of you, get in the goddamn car!”
Everyone stood there, shocked. Madoc never made sense, but he succeeded in making me feel immature and childish. A lot of people were counting on Jared’s win, and as much as I hated admitting Madoc was right, he made a valid point.
“He has to ask to me nicely.” I crossed my arms, keeping my expression impassive.
“What?” Jared blurted out.