Road Trip With the Enemy

Chapter Eleven

I feel someone's arm over my waist and turn over. Ashtrid has his arm tossed over me along with his leg. I make a disgusted noise and push him off, which makes me go into the floor of the car.

"Ouch," I say, getting up. Ashtrid stirs but doesn't wake up. I shake him, and he groans.

"Stop, Liv, I'm trying to sleep."

"We'll be in Arkansas in a few hours, so wake up," I say.

Ashtrid opens his eyes and looks at me. "Your point?"

"I need a shower and a bed," I say.

"Your such a princess," he says.

I roll my eyes. "Get up. I need to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth also," I say.

"Yeah, and I need a million dollars," Ashtrid says, turning over.

I shove him. "Get up," I say. Ashtrid grabs my and throws me on him then flips over so he is on top. "Get off."

"No," he says.

I nod. "Yes," I say.

He leans toward my face. "No," Ashtrid says. "Unless you do one thing."

I scowl. "What?" I ask.

"Kiss me," he says.

I freeze then let out a nervous laugh. "What?"

Ashtrid leans in closer. "You heard me. Kiss me."

I shake my head. "I'm not going to kis-" Ashtrid's lip crashes onto mine, cutting off my protests. I don't know why, but I kiss him back.

My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Then, he pulls away. "Okay, let's go to Arkansas," he says, getting off and climbing up front.

I stare at him in confusion. Ashtrid looks at me. "Well, are you sitting up front or not, princess?" he asks as if nothing happened.
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I wake up and look around. A snore makes me look down. Ashtrid is asleep. It was just a dream, dum dum. You didn't kiss Ashtrid.

I sigh in relief. Thank God I didn't kiss Ashtrid. I look at Ashtrid then shake him awake. "Hey, wake up."

Ashtrid opens one eyes to look at me. "Why?" he asks.

"Because we need to get to Arkansas," I say.

Ashtrid groans and sits up. I hop up front. You didn't kiss Ashtrid, I say to myself. But to be honest, I am disappointed. Wait, do I like Ashtrid?

I look back at him. He meets my eyes, running a hand through his hair. "What?" he asks.

I look at my feet. "Nothing," I say. No, Olivia, you don't like him.
Author's Note: I'm sorry for the short chapter, but I hope you like it. Comment or vote to let me know!