A guy. His panicked eyes were a stunning shade of blue. They watched me cautiously for I was squatting on the dash board, satchel still strapped around my fingers. He raked his fingers through his short brown hair, his eyebrows raising at the sight of me watching him. There was a small bump on the bridge of his nose, following down to his slightly open lips.
"You were so lucky I had the papers in the back," his voice was deep, like most of the other boys in my junior class. Past the point of puberty. He leaned forward, "You're also lucky because I could've whacked you behind the head when I had the chance, but, you were doing a pretty good job at pissing that police officer off. Now that was comical!"
He was all covered up in blankets, his plaid shirt buttoned up most of the way.
"Yes." Was all I could say as I slowly sat down in my seat, my eyes always on his.
"Question, why the hell are you driving my van?" His playful eyes went dark blue, a sure sign that he wanted a straight answer.
"People, people hate my guts," I spat out. "I accidentally dyed Avery Whal's hair grey with some chemical in Chemistry class, then also dumped her lipstick in the formula, and then in gym, I kicked the dodgeball right in her face, and might've crashed into her car with my bike... That made quite the dent. All of her 50 and something friends came after me. So, I ducked behind your van and they all passed."
"That still doesn't explain how you put your hands on the steering wheel and started driving."
"Would you like to be caught and probably shredded to pieces?"
He said nothing.
"That's what I thought. It's your own fault you left the door unlocked and the keys in the ignition."
"I didn't think there were many stealers that stole while the victim is in the object being stolen. Yet, here I am, standing corrected."
We fumed at each other for a few minutes before the cat crawled up to him.
"Hey Jack," he whispered, probably not wanting me to hear his affection for the cat.
"Jack?" I asked.
He turned red. "Jack for short. His real name's Jack Daniel." He explained. All his attention was on Jack.
"Like the drink?" I replied.
"My favourite," he said with a smile. I frowned and turned to look out the wind shield. The sun was setting on the horizon, making the sky a violent mix of orange and yellow. A few stars were scattered here and there, along with the moon.
"Eh, I never caught your name," he said.
"Saily Maffort," I said. I wasn't going to tell him my real name was Scalene-Grace. "And yours? Please don't tell me it's Captain Morgan."
He chuckled; his laugh was reckless and free, "Carson Bawn." We shook hands.
"How did you not wake up when I started the car anyways?" I said, sitting down across from him on the mattress that took up the whole back of the van.
"Honestly, well... I was drunk. Again. My parents are all the way back in Chicago, think I'm going to school here. But, nah. It's just not my style. I like being able to do what the hell I want. Drink what the hell I want!" He was throwing his arms in the air and I was getting dizzy. I thought he was the drunk one.
"MOVE YOUR DAMN CAR!" Colourful words came from around us as passing cars each took turns hollering at us.
I forgot to move the damn van.
