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“Abs, your mother is going to kill you if she sees you this way.” Nora complained with a worried look on her face to which Abby shook her head, groaning while holding her head.
"No, she won't." She replied, glancing at Press with a small smile of gratitude for the soothing movements of his hand on her back before looking at her friend. “She has work until late and by the time she comes home I'll be as good as new.”
"Okay, I'll tell my mom to drop you off at home then." Abby lifted her head from her hands, "No, your house is in the opposite direction-"
"-Abs!" She exclaimed shutting her up. "I'm not going to let you walk home alone in this state."
"It's daylight and it's not that far, I will walk." She answered stubbornly.
"Abby, no." Nora said, crossing her arms looking at her with disapproval.
The small girl frowned and opened her mouth to say something when Press intervened. “I will give you a ride.”
His offer made Nora looked at him with surprise, and for Abby to turned to him with a slight frown.
She was kind of expecting to be meet with one of his cruel smirks and for him to tell her that it was a joke, but when she looked at him, he was already looking at her and as if having a silent conversation, she nodded, swallowed and turned to Nora.
"See, problem solved.”
Nora gave Press a skeptical look.
“Are you sure? My mom won't mind.”
The petite girl nodded, “Yes, now go, you are making my headache so much worse.” She said jokingly.
The brunette let out a deep sigh, clearly not entirely convinced, but she stood up and after pointing her finger at the taller boy warning him to drive carefully, she turned to go.
Press rolled his eyes, “Your friends are so dramatic. I don't know how you stand them.”
Abby standed up, wincing at the sudden movement.
“Easy there.” He said, steading her by the shoulders.
“She was worrying about me, that's what friends do.” The tiny girl replied with a fiery look in her eyes.
The tall boy stared at her, scanning every inch of her face before chuckling. "Whatever you say, now let's get going I don't want to spend all my morning at school." He said, then put an arm around her shoulders and guide her toward the parking lot where his car was parked.
She didn't put up any resistance, partly because she was still suffering from the effects of the alcohol and with every step she took she was afraid she would fall face down on the floor and partly because she didn't want to spend more time in school either, she was dying to get home and take a pill for her headache before snuggling into her soft bed for the rest of the day.
“You better not puke on my car Littman.” He warned her before closing her door and getting into his car.
“Mmm, for some reason that sounds kind of appealing now.” She replied with a sleepy smile.
He huffed buckling his seatbelt. "At least tell me your address before falling asleep." He said looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he pulled the car out of the school parking lot and onto the street.
Abby turned her head towards his voice, her eyes half open while she stared at his profile carefully.
Had she been completely sober she would have had more restrain, but in the state she was in, she couldn't care less of how openly she was looking at him.
She liked his sharp jaw, his thick lashes and his full lips. The sight of those pink and full lips made her throat feel suddenly dry and she had to lick her lips.
“Abby,” He called, startling her at the sudden use of her name. He usually called her some mean nickname so she wasn't used to hearing her name coming out of his mouth.
She cleared her throat and gave him the address of her house before turning into a ball, resting her head on the cold glass of the window and closing her eyes not wanting to fall into temptation again.
The rest of the drive passed in pleasant silence, the soft music from the radio being his only company. Once he parked the car in front of her house, he turned his head in her direction and saw her sleeping in a fetal position which made her look even smaller than she already was.
His hand twitched with want, but he didn't know exactly what, and clenching his jaw from the frustration of that desire that invaded him every time he looked at the small girl for too long, he shook his head and pressed the palm of his hand to the horn.
Abby jerked awake, looking around with fear before her eyes fell on Press's smirk. “Really nice Press,” She said, realizing what had happened.
"What? Were you expecting a Sleeping Beauty kiss?” He answered mockingly.
Abby huffed, removing her seat belt before she rubbed at her eyes to get the last remnants of sleep off her.
"Never, that would imply that you are a prince charming and we all know that you are far from one." She answered, then got out of his car and walked towards the door of her house without looking back.
He watched her go and he couldn't help but agree with her, he was not prince charming, but she could certainly pass as a sleeping beauty with the way she looked while sleeping.
He felt like an idiot for thinking that. That was something Hunter would think or say, so he stared at her ass trying to shake off that uncomfortable feeling.
"Yeah, that's more like it." He thought, however, it wasn't until she was inside her house that he started the engine and drove off.