Rev Girl by Leigh Hutton Read Free Book Online Page B

sorry. I don’t wanna be, like, a tease, or anything. But it’s so hard. You must know how hot you are?’
    â€˜Back at ya, girl.’
    She ducked her head and smiled into his chest.
    â€˜You’re a really cool chick,’ he said into her hair. ‘I’ve had the best time hanging with you and I don’t want to jeopardise that, okay?’ He leant back and looked her in the eyes, and after the longest moment, his eyes lit up like he’d finally wrapped his mind around something he’d been struggling with. ‘I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for. But … I want you to be my girlfriend.’
    He let her go, but only to unzip her Yamaha jacket and whip it off her. He unsnapped his black and white team jacket and swung it around her shoulders.
    â€˜I just have to give this to you, ’cos I know how hot it’ll look.’ He grinned broadly at her stunned expression. ‘Yep, I was right. Looks crazy hot. You wanna wear it, or not?’
    Clover threaded her arms into the sleeves and folded back the cuffs to free her hands. She clipped the bottom snap together, but paused before doing up the rest. This was beyond her wildest dreams: getting a boyfriend and his jacket the ultimate high school status symbol. ‘Dallas,’ she said slowly. ‘I don’t want to sound ungrateful, or anything, but just ’cos I’m your girlfriend, doesn’t mean that I’m going to … ’
    â€˜That’s exactly why you have to be my girlfriend.’
    When she opened her mouth to ask another question, Dallas held a finger to her lips and she kissed it without any instruction from her brain.
    â€˜And you’re such a bad girl!’
    â€˜I’m sorry,’ she grinned at him. ‘I’m trying to behave!’
    â€˜You better give me a kiss goodbye, then.’
    He pecked her on the cheek and reached forward.
    â€˜Okay, boyfriend.’ Clover was giddy with disbelief, floating against Dallas as he wrapped her up into the best hug ever.
    A hug that was interrupted by her dad.
    â€˜What the hell’s going on here!’ Ernie yelled.
    Dallas dropped Clover and took a step backwards.
    Ernie shook his head, and raised his hands, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. ‘You’re grounded!’ he said to Clover, then pushed past the pair and opened the front door, for Dallas to make his exit. ‘For two months!’
    Dallas did as he was told, and Ernie’s head whipped around, so his face was just inches from Clover’s. ‘You’re lucky we don’t sell your motorbike!’

EIGHT

    Clover shoved past her father to follow Dallas out the door, and across the front porch, into the blackness of the night.
    â€˜I’m so sorry, Dallas!’ she said, trailing him out to his truck. Then she noticed Leslie’s Suburban, parked in front of the garage. The interior light was on. Just so her mother and her little sister could have a front row seat for her humiliation.
    Dallas glanced back at the house. Ernie was standing on the porch, arms crossed. Dallas nodded, as if to say sorry, then swung himself up into his truck.
    Clover was shaking, too shocked to cry. She’d never been more embarrassed. She hated her father. How could he assume the worst, when she was only trying to do the right thing, and slow things down? That was it; proof. There was no pleasing her father.
    After everything she’d been through; being the loser of the school, having no friends in racing, and now her life was finally on track, dating a guy so perfect and popular, like she finally belonged. Her dad trying to take it all away was the most horrible act she could imagine. Now, she really didn’t care about trying to make him happy.
    Before Dallas drove away, his window rolled down. He smiled, and her heart caught fire. ‘Don’t worry about it!’ He winked at her. ‘I’ll see you at