movements.
“Well it’s ten thirty, and you’re just getting back. Where did you go? And why do you look like you got beat up?” She pulls at my arms.
“It’s ten thirty?” I look around for a clock. Forgetting about the pain, I take the steps two at a time, instantly regretting it as my skin screams in pain with the sudden movement.
“No, it’s okay! I’ll just worry about you being dead in a ditch somewhere, because ya know... I have nothing better to do with my day!” she shouts up the steps after me.
“I’m sorry!” I yell back to her.
“Yeah, you better freaking be sorry!” she hollers at me.
Is she always like this?
Once I get to my room, I quickly stick my legs in the shower to wash them down with soap. Small whimpers escape my mouth and I bite my lip hard to silence myself. Once they’re dried off, I put Band-Aids over the really bad parts and slide on a pair of yoga pants before tossing a loose sweatshirt over my head and slipping my sneakers back on. Grabbing my books, I walk as fast as I can sideways down the steps toward the front door where my purse is hanging on a hook on the side of the door.
“I’ll explain later! See ya!” I yell out.
“Yeah, you’re damn right you will!” Morgan retorts.
Shutting the door behind me, I painfully ouch my way down the steps toward my car.
“I am going over to the campus now if you want a ride,” I hear Josh say from the porch behind me.
Of course he is.
The idea of having to use my legs to work the pedals makes me wince again in pain. With a heavy sigh I shuffle over to what I recognize to be his brand new Aston Martin Vanquish. He comes up behind me, opening the passenger door then he motions for me to get in.
“This is a joke, right?” I ask. Confusion sweeps over his face as he thinks about what I just said. “I am not getting in a car that is designed to make girls’ “panties hit the ground” when you drive by.” I pull out the air quotes.
“It is not designed for that reason. It’s made to-” he begins but I cut him off.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s made to be raced not just driven. I know… I know… We are taking my car.” I point to my car.
“Did you hit your head? I’m surprised that thing drove here. If we drive it back one of us is going to die, and I honestly can’t even bet that it would be the car.” His shoulders raise when his hands flail around.
“It’s not going to die,” I chuckle.
“What about us?” He eyes me.
“What? You’re crazy! That car is perfectly safe.” I throw my arm toward the car.
“Puh—I can’t even repeat that it’s so outlandish!” he scoffs. “That is a death trap.” He walks over, opening the driver’s side door to pop the hood.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I walk as fast as I can behind him, ignoring the zap of pain in my knees.
“I’m showing you what danger looks like, obviously one of us doesn’t know what the phrase ‘death trap’ means.” The sarcasm rolls off his tongue.
I reach out, my hand slapping against the hood. “No need, we can just take yours. I think I’m low on gas, and well… there was a smell coming from… somewhere. Besides, yours is panty-dropping hot. And fast. Girls love panty… dropping… fast things… right?” My mouth becomes dry.
What am I talking about? And how many times are you going to say panty-dropping to the guy, Mea?
His brows shoot up in surprise as I wave my car off and gush over his. I wedge myself between his body and the bumper to sit and lock the hood back down.
“What do you say?” My teeth sink into my lip with nervous anticipation.
He rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “So… what you’re saying is, you want to drive? You could have just asked instead of getting your panties all worked up,” he teases, tossing the keys at me. My stomach twists when he says panties and my face flushes.
Fantastic, that will really help shake the guy.
His hands wrap around my arms to stand me up
“Well it’s ten thirty, and you’re just getting back. Where did you go? And why do you look like you got beat up?” She pulls at my arms.
“It’s ten thirty?” I look around for a clock. Forgetting about the pain, I take the steps two at a time, instantly regretting it as my skin screams in pain with the sudden movement.
“No, it’s okay! I’ll just worry about you being dead in a ditch somewhere, because ya know... I have nothing better to do with my day!” she shouts up the steps after me.
“I’m sorry!” I yell back to her.
“Yeah, you better freaking be sorry!” she hollers at me.
Is she always like this?
Once I get to my room, I quickly stick my legs in the shower to wash them down with soap. Small whimpers escape my mouth and I bite my lip hard to silence myself. Once they’re dried off, I put Band-Aids over the really bad parts and slide on a pair of yoga pants before tossing a loose sweatshirt over my head and slipping my sneakers back on. Grabbing my books, I walk as fast as I can sideways down the steps toward the front door where my purse is hanging on a hook on the side of the door.
“I’ll explain later! See ya!” I yell out.
“Yeah, you’re damn right you will!” Morgan retorts.
Shutting the door behind me, I painfully ouch my way down the steps toward my car.
“I am going over to the campus now if you want a ride,” I hear Josh say from the porch behind me.
Of course he is.
The idea of having to use my legs to work the pedals makes me wince again in pain. With a heavy sigh I shuffle over to what I recognize to be his brand new Aston Martin Vanquish. He comes up behind me, opening the passenger door then he motions for me to get in.
“This is a joke, right?” I ask. Confusion sweeps over his face as he thinks about what I just said. “I am not getting in a car that is designed to make girls’ “panties hit the ground” when you drive by.” I pull out the air quotes.
“It is not designed for that reason. It’s made to-” he begins but I cut him off.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s made to be raced not just driven. I know… I know… We are taking my car.” I point to my car.
“Did you hit your head? I’m surprised that thing drove here. If we drive it back one of us is going to die, and I honestly can’t even bet that it would be the car.” His shoulders raise when his hands flail around.
“It’s not going to die,” I chuckle.
“What about us?” He eyes me.
“What? You’re crazy! That car is perfectly safe.” I throw my arm toward the car.
“Puh—I can’t even repeat that it’s so outlandish!” he scoffs. “That is a death trap.” He walks over, opening the driver’s side door to pop the hood.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I walk as fast as I can behind him, ignoring the zap of pain in my knees.
“I’m showing you what danger looks like, obviously one of us doesn’t know what the phrase ‘death trap’ means.” The sarcasm rolls off his tongue.
I reach out, my hand slapping against the hood. “No need, we can just take yours. I think I’m low on gas, and well… there was a smell coming from… somewhere. Besides, yours is panty-dropping hot. And fast. Girls love panty… dropping… fast things… right?” My mouth becomes dry.
What am I talking about? And how many times are you going to say panty-dropping to the guy, Mea?
His brows shoot up in surprise as I wave my car off and gush over his. I wedge myself between his body and the bumper to sit and lock the hood back down.
“What do you say?” My teeth sink into my lip with nervous anticipation.
He rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “So… what you’re saying is, you want to drive? You could have just asked instead of getting your panties all worked up,” he teases, tossing the keys at me. My stomach twists when he says panties and my face flushes.
Fantastic, that will really help shake the guy.
His hands wrap around my arms to stand me up
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