“You don’t like it?” he asked.
“No. I preferred your old muscle car. This one is too… too…”
“Pretty and girly looking?” He chuckled, and I nodded, looking at the sleek Audi that Aamon had sent him.
“Well, lucky for you, I am not keeping this. I'm only borrowing it until I find another car,” he said before climbing into the driver’s seat. I climbed in before putting my seatbelt on.
“You don’t have to go to the meeting thing, you know?”
“Well, Jacob is busy, and I am down as your guardian on the paperwork. So I kind of do have to go.”
“Because that doesn't sound creepy at all. Mate and guardian,” I told him. He shrugged, pulling out of the driveway and onto the highway.
“I don’t mind. I like it. They will ring me if you need anything or if something happens,” he said. We drove listening to the morning radio show for about twenty minutes before crossing the border into my mother's territory.
“Are you sure you want to come? I know you hate my principal,” I told him as we got nearer.
“Lucy, I am going to the meeting. Now stop asking. I am not dropping you off and leaving. Besides, I already told them I would be going.”
“But technically, I don’t need a guardian. I am eighteen now,” I told him.
“Yes, but for school, you do. Also, Tyson was pissed off you wouldn’t let us come see you on your birthday,” Ace said, and he didn’t sound too happy about it either.
“I hate birthdays. Besides, I was busy helping mom with Ryden,” I told him. He growled clearly, not happy.
“Well, it doesn't matter. Tyson still has something planned anyway,” Ace said, and I rolled my eyes at him.
“My birthday was a week ago,” I told him.
“I know when your birthday is, Lucy. I use it as my password for everything,” he chuckled.
“Really?” I asked, a little shocked.
“Grab my phone out of my pocket,” he said, and I leaned over and dug through his pants pocket. He lifted his hips, letting me get my hand into his pocket, and I pulled his phone out. Clicking on the screen, I saw a picture of me with Tyson from a few years ago at Christmas as his screensaver.
Chapter forty-seven
Swipinguponhisphone, it asked for a password, and I typed my birthday in as an eight digit number before his screen unlocked.
“See? Tyson also uses it for everything, too,” he said.
“Sweet! Now I can snoop,” I chuckled, and he held his hand out for his phone, but I pulled away, going through his shit on his phone.
“Lucy!” Ace said, leaning over and trying to take it from me.
“What are you hiding, Ace?” I taunted, flicking through his messages, but they were mostly Tyson, Jacob, and his mother. I clicked out of his messages and snooped through messenger and a few other apps but found nothing, before checking his browser history, which also was boring as fuck.
“Don’t understand why you got your knickers in a knot. There is nothing bad in here,” I told him, and he growled, holding his hand out for his phone.
“Though now I have to change my phone password. I wouldn't want you to see the nudes I sent to Mitchell a few months back,” I teased when he suddenly jerked the car to the side of the road before slamming on the brakes
“You better be joking,” he said, snatching my bag off the floor from between my legs. I rolled my eyes at him.
“Nope. Not joking. I even sent a few videos,” I taunted as he rummaged through my bag.Bloody idiot, I thought to myself,he should know me better than to do something stupid like that.
“Ooh, I wonder if you have nudes?” I asked Ace, going into the camera roll on his phone as he grabbed mine and unlocked it. His eyes darted to me before he lunged for his phone, making me laugh as I turned in my chair and shoved him back with my feet.
“So, this is why you didn't want me snooping. Will I find dick pics?” I told him, praying there weren't nudes of Melana in there as I clicked on it. Ace tried reaching for his phone, but I kept shoving him back, and a laugh escaped me. He tried taking it from me with no luck. My face fell when I saw they were photos mostly of me, a few of Tyson, and one of Ryden with Rayan.