9...I need you to be my...

RYAN.

In the car, Claire had stretched foward a familiar small bag which I guessed contained the black T-shirt she wore on the rainy day.

"Don't worry about it. You can keep it" I said casually.

"I made sure it's dry cleaned" she mentioned.

"Good for you" I replied.

She rolled her eyes. "Rich kids like you don't value things like this anyways"

"Last I checked I'm not a kid. I should be the one calling you a kid instead"

I have to keep my tongue in check, this is not the time to piss her off,but then it's still hard not to give replies to her sharp words.

"What do you mean 'rich kids like me' anyways?" I asked slowly.

"Never mind"

I frowned at her curt response. I kept my eyes on the windshield without uttering a word.

The car was as silent as a graveyard. Deep down I was nervous on how to start the conversation. This is Claire we're talking about here,not an ordinary girl I want for satisfaction of my sexual desires or something. This is the fierce Claire that could cut off my