Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

A Story For A Different Day

After helping her out in the library yesterday, she seemed more comfortable around me. I stayed with her in the library until she was finished writing it. It wasn't because she asked, but I wasn't going to let her stay alone.

Now the sun is catching her brown skin, illuminating every inch that hadn't been hidden by clothing. When the road cleared of drivers, I peered over my arm steering the truck to look at her. Bo's hips swayed back and forth in a playful manner to the music coming from my truck's speakers.

I watched her unruly curls get caught in the wind. The corner of my lips tugged upward as she sang softly. She told me she didn't have a ride tonight. I told her I'd be her permanent driver to prevent myself from ever missing such a show. And I know I told her this last week, but Bo seemed to need constant reassurance.

When her little hums were no longer filling my truck, her questions did. My face twisted with disgust as Luke's name fell from her lips. She wanted to know why I didn't like him. She conspired that Luke and I were best friends until he slept with my girlfriend.

"You have spent a lot of time thinking about this, huh?"

Her right shoulder tipped upward. "I read it in a book once."

"He never slept with my girlfriend because I never had a girlfriend."

"Oh," her voice dripped with sarcasm. "You aren't the dating type, right? I read about those kinds of men too. It is always the ones who say they aren't the dating type who end up in a relationship by the end of the book. It is so predictable. I am telling you, New York needs to start reading into other novels because they pick the worst best sellers."

Her rant made me smile. "Tell me how you really feel."

"Am I wrong?"

"About the New York's best sellers thing, no," I shake my head. "It's not that I am not a dating type. I am not the datable type."

A frown settled on her face. "Aw, who said that?"

"Me," I pointed at myself. "I am not datable."

She rolled her eyes. "And why would you think that?"

"I am a dick."

She nodded, rolling her lips in between her teeth to hide a smile before looking at me. "No you aren't. Well, not to me anyway."

"You never gave me a reason."

"So, what reason did Luke give you?"

"He got me arrested at a football game once."

Her eyes widened. "What? How did I not know this?"

"It was at a football game freshman year of college," I began explaining. "He was running to the locker rooms with his team. His shoulder bumped mine, and instead of saying sorry, he shoved me to get me out of his way. So, I hit him."

She leaned her elbows on my center console with a smile growing on her lips. "You can't help yourself, can you?"

"I hit your friend, and you think that is funny?" I had to do a double-take to make sure I was seeing her clearly.

"No," she grinned. "I am just interested in your inability to soothe things over with a simple talk."

"If you come at me hard, I'll drop you just to prove you're soft."

"So, what you really meant to say is that you have to prove you are the superior being in every situation?"

My head moved back and forth as I chuckled. "Great way to put it, Bo."