Little White Lies

Chapter Four

~~ Alejandro ~~

My intention was never to call Lacey, but when worse comes to worse and you have no friends or anybody to give you a *freaking* ride, then you call the only sane person on your contact list to give you a hand and that had to be Lacey. I mean I had two other people I could've called, but they're all out doing drop offs. Which is what I'm supposed to be doing, instead I'm trying to get my car to turn on, so I can call Lacey back and tell her that I changed my mind.

With no luck, I give Bree, (my motorcycle) a slap out of frustration. That means I'm going to be in a car with Lacey for a good 30 minute drive of awkwardness. I didn't actually think she was going to say yes. We barely know each other you would think the girl would've been suspicious or apprehensive of me asking for a ride.
Nonetheless, I'm grateful she said yes even though in my gut, I know this is very bad idea. But, it's either call Lacey who knows nothing about what I'm doing or Carlos who will murder my *butt*if he finds out I'm late for a job.

I walk up the stairs to my studio that I call home. It was nice to call this place my own for a change. Unlocking the door I step in and immediately go into my bedroom and grab the duffel bag that is underneath my bed and quickly check if everything is in there in order to make this job go quickly and successfully. Grabbing the bag, I make my way out the door.

I sit at a bus stop a couple streets away from my flat so, Lacey wouldn't have to pick me up from my place. The last thing I need is for her to know where I live. I don't need her or her friends trying to come over unexpectedly, not that Lacey seems like that type of girl. She seems like a girl who has her little stuck up nose in a book or something.

I'm really starting to regret the fact that I called her...She's probably going to talk about Shakespeare or how much she loves Jane Austin and other stupid crap... Or maybe I might get lucky and she'll just be silent the whole ride there. Either way it's not like I can back out and take the bus or something, because I see a white, convertible beetle coming my way.

Sighing, I stand up and try to put a poker face, so she won't notice my foul mood.

She honks and raises her hand, giving me a small wave and a bright smile. I would be smiling too if I had a dad who gave me the world on a silver platter.
Nice car, nice home, nice everything. It's not like I creep on her or anything. Like I said, I barely know her, but word gets around.

"Hey! Hurry, get in before traffic hits." She says her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Giving her a small nod of acknowledgment, I open the door and step in. Immediately, I hate myself for ever coming up with the bright of idea of calling her. Of course she had to have a small itty bitty car for her itty bitty self. I feel like a overgrown giraffe my legs are up my neck and I fear of touching anything, because this car is so pristine and I find it annoying.

I hear her let out a small scoff. "You can pull the seat back, ya know?" She says, now letting out a small chuckle.

"Well, if I was the size of a stick I wouldn't find an issue with it." I say pushing the seat back as far as I can.

Choosing to ignore me, she begins to drive and fiddle with the radio. Finally, she settles on "The Weeknd?"

"I can't feel my face when I'm with you but, I love it." She sings along quietly. She glances at me and it was her turn to smirk. "What? Don't think a girl like me hears this type music?"

Turning back around I face forward trying hard to fight my own smirk that was beginning to form, again. "No. You seem to look like the type to listen to church music."

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A/N

Sigh.
It's been awhile guys... I apologize. I've had a writers block...