"Why are you mad?" My question came out in parts, heavy almost, as I worked on slowing my heart rate, which seem to have sky rocketed after whatever that was that we just did.
With heated eyes his hands pressed me closer to him "Mad about how I sho...
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THE NEXT MORNING I can't help but look out my window and across to Dereks. His drapes are pulled back already, the rising light spilling in.
My phone pings. I walk over to my bedside table and pick it up.
Toby: picking you up in five
Me: I'm not even dressed yet!
Toby: well hop to it
Toby: if you're not out in five I'm leaving
Ithrow my phone on my bed and scurry over to my closet. I know for sure that he's not joking. One day, just as I was opening the front door, he drove away. The bus ride to school wasn't very pleasant, I'm scarred for life, not to mention the fact that somebody spit-balled me.
Rummaging through everything I own, I grab out athletic shorts -even though I'm nothing close to athletic- a T-shirt, a navy hoodie, and rush to get into them.
By the time I got outside, Toby was pulling up. When his car reaches a stop I hop in and he greets me with a toothy grin. "Mornin' sunshine."
"Mornin'" I yawn.
"So Madame, where to?" Toby puts the car in drive.
"To the Moon please."
He looks at the dashboard before glancing across at me. "I don't have enough fuel for that."
I laugh at how serious he sounded. "I don't want to go to school, but I guess I'll go wherever you're going."
Toby's mischievous grin grows bigger. "The Strip Club it is."
My mouth drops open and I twist in my seat to stare at him. "We're going to the what now?"
We stop at a red light and he lets out a small chuckle. "I'm kidding River." He pauses. "Kind of."
I shake my head, my lips tipped up at the corners in a smile. "You are such a boy."
"I couldn't imagine myself any other way."
I study him. His short blonde hair brushing against his tanned masculine face. Honestly, he does suit being a boy.
"Imagine if you were a girl though," I began. "What would your name be? Tabitha?"
His face scrunches up. "Tabitha? That's what you come up with?"
