Pole Position by H. M. Montes Page A

entire campus knowing.” I pleaded with her. 
    She turned and looked at me , “I wouldn’t do that Chass, my god I’m not that mean…OH, I thought of a reply.” Then typed out, *I’m in sports med remember, I know how to take care of many issues.  He’s not suffering from anything, but sure has a big smile on his face.  We are wrapped around each other watching a movie.* then she hit send. 
    I was in the middle of giving her details about the date and how as soon as we pulled up to the dorm one of his roommates called and told him Carey was over there going ballistic that he was out on a date.  My cell phone went off with another text, *Pretty sure you’re fucking lying, look behind you, that big black semi pulling rig is me and my race team.  I know that’s you because of the KS plates.*   Asher turned in her seat while I looked in my rear view mirror, “Well son of a bitch.” She said with a smile, the driver flipped his bright lights on and off a few times.  So I rolled my window down and flipped him the bird. 
    We pulled in to the mall parking lot and the semi followed us, just as I locked my car I was practically tackled against the door.  “So tell me Chass, how’s that cuddle time going?  You never did answer my question…Are you not wearing a bra?” Jet asked while looking down at me. 
    I pushed at his chest, “Seriously, you are a fucking stalker aren’t you?” then I leaned up on my tip toes and whispered in his ear, “No bra, no panties because Lance ripped them off of me.”  Then I pushed him away and told Asher to hurry up so we could go inside.  Right as we stepped into the mall my phone went off with another text, *You don’t wanna play this game with me Chass, my question has still not been answered.  Does his kiss do as much to you as my “not kiss”?* Without missing a beat I replied, *No, his kiss does more!* Asher read what I sent to him and started laughing, “Fire and Gasoline baby! This is going to get interesting!” she said. 
    We went from clothing store to clothing store, I found a white sundress and a pair of black cowgirl boots that had pink and red roses and heart s stitched into them.  I spent way more than I should have but I needed some new clothes to look half way decent in for school and job interviews.  I thought that we were done shopping until Asher stopped in front of a hair salon.
    I looked at her , “Hair cut time for you?” I asked. 
    She gave me an evil grin , “Nope, (she said popping the P), it’s wax time for us!”  She said then dragged me into the salon.  I was hoping she was talking about getting just our eyebrows waxed but unfortunately I knew she was talking about MORE.
    Two beautiful oriental ladies walked over to us , “Hello ladies, what can we do for you? We are having a special on “Welcome Back Wax’s” the one lady told us. 
    “That’s what we will take.” Asher said.  
    Forty five minutes later we were finally done having almost every damn hair waxed off our bodies in places I swore wax would never touch again.  I had a Brazilian wax done one other time and swore that it was my last.  The ladies told us to put this special cream on before bed and let it “air dry” over night by the following morning our “skin” would be back to normal.  I cussed Asher most of the way back to the dorm, “It wasn’t as bad as the other time, then again the wax didn’t feel like lava this time either.  How we could both be allergic to that certain wax is beyond me.” Asher said as we walked into our building. 
    I threw my bags at the foot of my bed, grabbed a towel and showered.  When I got out Asher was looking at my phone laughing, I walked over and yanked it out of her hand , “Seriously! You need to leave my phone alone.” I told her, then looked at what she was laughing at.  *Since he was SO good tonight, I just had a WBW done.  Do you think he’ll like that?* she had sent to Jet.  *Welcome Back Wax