Candy Flip

Chapter Eleven

"What makes you say that?" Lucy shot back. A hot flush had crept down her spine and her insides bubbled anxiously. So Wyatt knew all about her attraction for him.

He gave a small smile, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. "I don't know. I guess it was just something Emilia said last night."

Lucy gulped. "What did Emilia tell you?" If Emilia went behind Lucy's back and betrayed her with everything she had said about Wyatt then she doubted that she'd even bother speaking to her again.

"She just said that you find me hot," his grin widened and his brown eyes twinkled as he attempted to appear innocent.

Lucy couldn't help but smile. "So what if I do?"

He shook his head doubtfully. "Trust me, you don't know what you'd be getting yourself into."

"Oh yeah? Try me!" Lucy stepped forward testily, a rush of confidence surging through her from the joints she'd smoked this afternoon.

Wyatt watched her for a few seconds, his eyes searching her as though looking for an excuse... or a weakness. He laughed, a carefree laugh that penetrated the still air between them.

"You wanna come back to my place so that I can show you how I live?" He asked with a somber voice.

Lucy gulped, thinking about what the others would say if she just took off with Wyatt, but then again she didn't care because she was finally getting closer to him and the thought of being around him sent electric currents pulsing through her as her excitement built up.

"Sure," she said with a flirty smile.

The two off them took the path they had taken to the smoke spot and head straight towards Wyatt's car without telling the group where they were going. It was nice to finally be in his car and not have to worry about vomiting drunkenly or making a fool out of herself.

They drove for a good ten minutes as Wyatt raced along the city with music beating through his stereo. His driving reminded Lucy of her brother's who was probably the person she felt most comfortable driving with, unless driving herself. Wyatt made road risks but they were logical and it showed that he knew what he was doing.

During the ten minute drive, Wyatt pulled out at least four different cell phones that all rang. He answered each one, chatting amiably and sorting out time-spots to meet his customers, Lucy assumed.

"What's with all the phones?" She asked as her eyes drifted down to the Blackberry, iPhone, Samsung and Nokia phone that inhabited the bottle holder near the stereo.

"Well, one is my supposed personal phone, work phone, hot phone and safe phone but people call me on each one so it doesn't really matter anymore," he said. "I'm gonna need to take a detour if you don't mind." He swung the steering wheel sharply to the right and they turned up a narrow road of houses, stopping at the end of a cul-de-sac in front of a run-down house with a broken gate and chipped shutters.

A boy emerged from the house and entered the backseat of the car with his head hung low.

"What's up Wyatt?" He muttered.

Wyatt fished inside his pocket and pulled out a small baggie of a white powder that resembled powdered sugar. He tossed it to the back and the boy caught it and pocketed it immediately. Lucy gulped and turned to look out of the window, her heart beating erratically. It gave her surges of adrenaline rushes to be around drugs because she knew how risky it was.

The boy paid Wyatt and left the car with a simple 'thanks' and then Wyatt took off down the road again and continued his drive.

"So have you ever thought about what you'd do if you got caught?" Lucy wondered out loud.