Chapter 8

He's about to climb in when he glances towards me and Jeremy. Jeremy, who is currently almost sitting on my freaking lap and grasping onto me with a vice like grip. I wince and look away from Liam, about to attempt to peel Jeremy's fingers off me when Liam growls. Growls.  "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Jeremy?" He questions gruffly, "Get back to your side of the car and don't touch my mate again!" Jeremy doesn't even blink at Liam's command. Instead, he slithers away from silently, now gripping at himself. He looks like he's just pissed himself. Before I get the chance to say anything, Stella appears and takes her seat. Wordlessly, she casts a glance in Jeremy's direction, smirks, and then starts up the van. And we're off again. Half way through the drive, realization dawns on me.  Liam has actually spoken a full two sentences! The van broke down the next night. Just our luck, right?