บท 62: Down Right Wicked

Jason's POV:

Wow, Ella was seriously pissed. I'd never seen anyone move so fast toward the exit. The second that kiss ended, she was practically bolting for the exit, but the paparazzi were ready, surrounding her like sharks sensing blood. Cameras flashed, voices shouted, everyone desperate to know who she was. Every single one of them wanted a piece of the "mystery girl with Jason King." I saw the look on her face—a mix of panic and frustration. She hated the attention, no question.

Dylan, Max, and I jumped in, forming a barricade around her to get her through the crowd. Thankfully, my car pulled up right on time. The guys gave me a thumbs-up to take her, so I ushered her into the passenger seat, slid in behind the wheel, and we made a clean getaway. But wow, did I feel her anger radiating off her the entire drive. She didn't even have to speak; her fiery glare said it all.