Razzmatazz | Brallon

Chapter Three: Jump Start

Hello! I don't have a lot to say about this chapter, but get excited for chapter four, there's some action coming up. Haha anyway, enjoy Dallon not knowing how to work his junky car.

(Also this was #1 under Brallon for a couple days? Whaaatt? Thank you!)

Sunlight gleams through the blinds that hang on my bedroom window, hitting me directly in the eyes, forcing my body to wake. Shit! It's 10:05 and class started two hours ago. I fell asleep last night snapchatting Brendon and I guess I forgot to set my alarm.

This can't be happening.

I throw the covers off of my body, jolting out of bed and enter full panic mode. I fling open my closet doors, flailing around trying to find something, anything, to throw on over my boxers so I can make it to school in time for 4th period. I settle on a dirty pair of black jeans with rips in the knees, a plain black tee and a floral short-sleeved button up, slightly wrinkled from sitting in my hamper for so long. I don't have time to do my hair, and I certainly don't have time for breakfast, so I grab my keys and run out to my car, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

I usually wouldn't freak out this much over being late for school, but I'm falling behind in chemistry class and if I miss the lesson today, I'm fucked for my test next week. My grade is already low and I can't retake the class next year; all I want to do is graduate.

Yanking on the car door handle, I toss my bag in the passenger seat and insert my keys into the car and turn them. Nothing. I try again. The car still won't turn on.

What a piece of shit.

I get out of the front seat and open up the hood, trying to identify if there's something wrong with the engine, but I'm not the greatest when it comes to knowledge about cars. I don't even know if I'm looking in the right place. Right as I lean down to take a closer look, I hear a honk coming from down the street. It's a small, black Volkswagen and it's pulling over to the curb.

Huh? I really don't have time to talk to a random stranger right now, let alone some bitch-ass who drives a Volkswagen.

A man steps out of the car. He's got sunglasses on and he's wearing a gray hoodie underneath a denim jacket, with black jeans and a white name tag attached. Wait a second, isn't that jacket-

"Looks like somebody needs some help!" Brendon calls out to me from the street.

Dazed from having woken up literally five minutes ago, I yell back at him, "How'd you find me?"

"I was just driving by and you obviously can't get your car to start. You're lucky you're tall otherwise I might not have recognized you." He laughs. "Thought I'd stop by and help you out before I go to work." Brendon reaches into his backseat, pulling out red and blue jumper cables. Thank God.

"Yeah, uh, I'm kind of in a hurry though, how long will this take?"

He doesn't reply but instead hops into his own car that was parked on the curb and pulls it into my driveway, I guess so he can jump start my engine. Brendon connects the cables from my car to his, and after multiple attempts, it still doesn't seem to be working. I assume he's doing it right, but even if he wasn't, I couldn't be of any help.

"Looks like I'm just going to have to give you a lift." Brendon smirks, wrapping the cables back up and swiftly closing both car hoods. Now I'm wondering if the jump-starting didn't work on purpose. He seems awfully excited to drive me to school.

Nervously, I comply and grab my backpack, tossing it and myself into Brendon's front seat. His car is really clean, which is surprising because he seems like he'd be the type to leave trash on the floor or have items piled in the backseat.

"So where are you headed?"

"School." I reply quickly, just wanting to be in class already. "East High School. I can give you direct-"

"You go to East? Shit dude, I just graduated from there last year, I'm surprised I didn't see you around."

Ahh, so he's not much older than me after all. That's a relief.

"What if you blew off school?" A smile creeps onto Brendon's face and his large dark eyes soften. "We could go do something together today, I really don't wanna go to work."

"Oh, that offer is extremely tempting, but I really can't miss chemistry class. I have a test next week and I think we're doing a lab today and I'm already going to be late. I'm so stressed, can you please just take me to school Brendon?" I rant to the boy I barely know sitting next to me.

"Sure. Damn, I didn't know you were such a goodie-goodie." He laughs and puts the car in drive, backing out of my driveway, finally taking me to school. I playfully scowl at him and rest my head against the tinted glass of the window, staring out to the road and the houses covered in snow surrounding it. It's the beginning of October and it's already freezing outside, go figure.

The ride is only about six minutes, Brendon is a speedy driver. He didn't check his phone once though, and I appreciate the cautiousness. We pull into the parent drop off zone in front of the large, rust colored brick building that is my high school, and Brendon brings the car to a stop.

He leans over the steering wheel and watches me gather my belongings from his front seat. "Okay have a good day you dork, are you going to visit me later at Tropical Smoothie?"

"Um, you're still going to work?"

"Yeah whatever, my boss is gonna be mad but there's nothing I can do about it, I had to help someone in need." He winks, leaning over so his face is only inches away from mine. He smells really good, like cedarwood and vanilla. I think he's going in for a kiss but instead he just fixes my unbrushed hair and pulls away. Damnit, I really thought something was going to happen. I guess I'm glad it didn't because I forgot to brush my teeth this morning during my rush to get out the door. Gross.

Disappointed, I jump out of the car and start strolling onto the sidewalk that leads to the school doors.

Brendon begins to take off but instead rolls down the passenger side window and shouts at me as I'm walking, "And one more thing before I leave: nice ass!"

He's so immature sometimes but I love the compliment, even if I don't think it's that true. I smirk over my shoulder as to say 'yeah right', but the black car is already gone.

I guess he does like me afterall. Brendon could pull any guy but he's messing around with me? This doesn't seem real.

I'm going to miss him all day at school, but at least I'm visiting him tonight.