The Thirteenth

~Chapter Seven~

The Thirteenth

Chapter Seven

He was leaning against his car with his crossed arms resting on his chest. He was smirking at me obviously being entertained by my mini performance. His car was parked right next to ours.

Since when could teachers park their cars next to students?

Whatever it was, right now I felt nothing but embarrassment. I regained my composure and sat upright in my seat. I broke eye contact with him and took a deep breath.

"Well, that was definitely embarrassing, but kinda nice at the same time, nice in a way that he is looking at us." Al giggled.

I looked at Al incredulously, "Are you joking? I feel like jumping off a cliff. Did you see his face? He was trying so hard to contain his laughter."

"Big deal. So what if he sees us? So many people have seen us do this before and you never gave a damn about it. Why does he spike so much anger in you? Well, whatever, I don't have time for this. I've got to get going. I have to prep for my Home Eco class and Jesse might be there. Here, lock the car." She gave me her keys and winked at me, "See you at recess," She picked up her bag from the backseat, hopped off the car and slammed the door.

I, on the other hand, adjusted the rearview mirror and ran my fingers through my hair which was messed up from my air-guitar performance. The messy bun looked way worse now, so I untied the hair tie and my jet-black hair fell aimlessly about my crimson cheeks.

Ugh, bad hair days are the worst.

I tried to tame it but failed miserably. After spending a solid three minutes trying to comb my hair with my fingers, I pulled it up into a ponytail. That's the only thing I could come up with.

I tried to steal a quick look at him to check if he was looking in my direction. I noticed that he was busy typing away on his phone while still leaning against his car.

His car.

I was speechless.

My eyes failed to do the quick glance and instead tried to drink the image of the racy car in all its glory. The Aston Martin Rapide. Holy heavens!

For those who are oblivious to the Rapide, let me explain. One, it's a sports car and a roadster. Two, it was high priced. And when I mean high-priced, I'm talking about more than an entire year's college fee. The car was sleek black with plush black leather enveloping the seats. The car had light tinted windows. It looked way out of place parked in our boring parking lot- not like parking lots were ever interesting. It stood there royally among the other crappy cars, like a king in a market. Poor example, but you get the point.

My knowledge about cars wasn't great. But I knew portions from here and there. Jason, for one was mad about cars. He was the one who told me about the Rapide about a month back. His eyes lighted up every time he spoke about the car and it kept me occupied since I wasn't much against cars like Al. Infact, I liked them.

My eyes finally returned to the mighty car's owner who was still busy with his phone. Thankful that he didn't notice me ogling at his car, I quickly opened the door and stepped out.

After locking Al's car, I swung my bag across my shoulder. My pencil case flew from my bag and hit his upper chest. It all took place in a second and before I could comprehend what actually happened, I heard his angry voice.

"What the hell? Did you just throw your pencil case at me?" He was indeed really pissed off. His voice seemed cold. Too cold, if you ask me for something as silly as an accident. Yes, it was an accident although I had no idea how the case managed to fly out of my bag.