Hailee's POV
"Sorry, I already have a ride," I said coldly and tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of me again, blocking my path. His face was drawn into a hard frown.
"A ride? From who?" he asked, though the sharpness in his voice made it obvious—he already knew.
I arched a brow and folded my arms. "Callum," I muttered.
Nathan's frown deepened, and his jaw clenched. "I'm taking you myself."
I scoffed. "No, you're not. I don't want to be anywhere near you, Nathan. I want things to go back to how they were before. You hate me, remember? You hate being close to me. So do us both a favor and keep it that way—leave me the hell alone."
I tried to push past him again, but he blocked me once more.
My irritation flared. "Nathan, for goodness' sake, what do you want from me now? Is this another bet? Tell me—what's the bet this time? Getting into my pants?"
His eyes widened, taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
