3 Weeks with Kate

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

Lucas was definitely not a "bad boy" or a "player"! He was a jerk sometimes, but who isn't? But there was no way in hell Lucas was a bad boy he was afraid of texting in class and he couldn't even tell a lie! Believe me I knew him like the back of my hand. Also there was a better shot of an idiot with a 1.0 getting into Harvard then Lucas being a player. He cared to much.

I mentally had to slap myself. What was I thinking? I don't care weather or not Lucas is a player. I don't care if he's a bad boy. I don't know him like the back of my had anymore. People change. I had to remember that.

"Well how is your ice cream?" Trying to break the silence Josh asked looking up at me.

I licked some of the pistachio ice cream and let me tell you it was like heaven. It was rich and creamy. Full of flavor and tiny pistachio bits. Sweet and a little salty at the same time. Yum.

"Wow not gonna lie but this is better then cold stone!" I exclaimed genuinely surprised at the ice creams taste.

"I told you! They actually make it here, like they turn it and stuff." Josh grinned. "Its a locals hot spot."

"Well I feel special, I have people on the inside now." I smiled while licking the now melting ice cream, it was to good to waste. Its funny because science says I should be 300 pounds by now, because of my crappy eating habits, but I'm an almost permanent 135.

"I like how your making art as you eat." Josh said smirking at me.

"What?"

"Look at your shirt, it's covered in melted ice cream goo" Josh couldn't help but laugh this time while getting up to get me a handful of brow paper napkins from the concession stand near the order window.

Great. My brand new Juicy Couture top covered in green sticky residue. I'm glad I paid $125 to wear it for just a few hours. Josh handed me the paper napkins and I tried to clean up what I could off my cotton top. It wasn't really working and I could feel the anger rising. A string of profanities floated through my head.

Awesome I probably looked like a mad woman scrubbing my pink, expensive as hell, top. I'm pretty sure I had the crazy eyes that looked as if they were going to pop out any second, and I know for sure my face was turning red out of frustration.

"Maybe you should wait until you get home to was it? It looks like your going to rub a hole into it." Josh stated in a joking matter obviously trying to lighten up the moon, chuckling at the end.

I just looked up at him. This kid was defiantly related to Zac Effron I thought to myself. Yep, it was decided. Only difference, he looked a lot older and more mature.

"Are you related to Zac Effron?" I asked, looking at him quizzically.

"What? Haha" Josh looked almost like a deer in the headlights, exact he was grinning at me. "Like that pretty boy from High School Musical?"

"Well... No... Not exactly.... He was in Charlie St. Cloud too!" Looking down at my cone that was nearly filled with green melted pistachio ice cream. Too embarrassed to look up, and even more embarrassed for asking.

"So do I have a good body then?" Josh said looking up at me smiling from cheek to cheek, fishing for the complement.

I looked back up to him looking at his features. His hair was ragged and almost covering his eyes, he was a little late on his hair cut, and had some black stubble coming up. It defiantly looked like he had a good body. He was tall and his arms looked toned. He probably had a stomach to match because he defiantly had no beer gut.

"Well I wouldn't know, I mean Iv never seen your body. I'm not a stocker you know?" Trying to play cool and adding some flirt in. Note to self I need to practice playing it cool and not embarrassing myself.

Josh was beaming, it was defiantly an ego boost. "Would you like me to show you? I can pull off my shirt right now." Well a least I know he had no shame, in the body department.

As soon as I was about to say something an all too familiar black 1969 Chevy Camaro SS pulled up. A beautiful car with white leather interior, none of that pleather crap. With white racing stripes, the paint job was amazingly done. It looked like a brand new car and I knew all to well it could blow the doors off a brand new Corvette. It was defiantly supper charged.

The windows were rolled down in the completely restored Camaro, and of corse driving this Godly car was none other then Lucas. A very pissed off Lucas.