[ Princess. The word rolled around in her mind and her eyes narrowed at the insinuation. Did he believe he knew all about her from one simple encounter? Enough to clearly mock her, which she did not appreciate one bit. Princess. She would show him princess if he wanted it.

The rest of her belongings where shoved back into the bag, a few snatched from him with a mumbled thank you.

Still a jerk, regardless. ]

Oh, just fine. I will love looking like a rebel for the next few days. [ Climbing back to her feet, she paused at the offer, unexpected and, well, stranger and all. Weren't janitors usually the ones who killed the unsuspecting college students?

He looked like a college student himself, though. ]

I can give you gas money. I don't live that far from here. [ Not that far as in more than twenty five minutes away. ]