"We can't drink at the club," I say as he flicks the lighter with his thumb. Cupping his other hand around the flame, he lights the end of the cigarette and the paper burns and crinkles. "Remember what happened the last time you tried that at a club?"
He sucks in a breath, inhaling the smoke, before puffing it out in front of his face. "Yeah, excellent point. Don't want to go back into the holding cell again."
"You're lucky it was your birthday and they let you off the hook."
"I also flirted with one of the officers." He grins as a thin trail of smoke snakes out of his lips.
"So, who wants to sit on whose lap?" Kayden asks with his hand on the open door of the truck. His eyes are on me and there's a hint of amusement on his lips. "Personally, I think there's only one option here."
I point at Seth's black Camry parked a few spots down. "I think we're going to take Seth's car. You guys can ride with us if you want."
Luke tosses the keys up in the air like a baseball and then catches them in his hand. "Sounds good to me. That way, I don't have to be responsible for driving."
I was kind of hoping they wouldn't ride with us so Seth could give me a speech of encouragement and I could put my hair up with something because the way it touches my shoulders and the smell of it's driving me crazy. I have the urge to run back to my room and hack it all off again.
As we walk over to Seth's car, I comb my fingers through my hair trying to get it manageable and out of the way. I reach for the passenger door, but Luke's arm extends out and he opens the door for me. Moving to the side, I elude around him like I'm dancing, when really it's just to keep my distance.
"Thank you." I catch Seth's eye over the roof of the car and he arches an eyebrow as we climb in.
Seth slams the door and I jolt in the seat. "Relax Callie," he whispers as he turns the key and the engine purrs to life. Rolling down the window, he puts his hand outside so the smoke doesn't fill the cab. "You're going to be fine."
Seth and Kayden hop into the back seat from opposite sides of the car and their doors slam simultaneously. Seth turns the stereo on as we buckle our seatbelts. "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails turns on and he presses on the pedal, ripping the tires against the wet pavement. The car lurches forward and I grab onto the door handle. Seth is a crazy driver. He has a drawer full of tickets and when he was a teenager, his parents took away his car twice, because he kept wrecking it. He always seems to be in a hurry, like he kind of is with life.
Luke leans forward, bracing his hand on the back of my seat, and I angle my head to the side. "Can I smoke in here, man?" he asks Seth.
Seth raises his cigarette, which is burnt almost to the end. "Of course."
A smile curves at Luke's lips as he slumps back in the seat. Seconds later there's a flick of a lighter, the window rolls down, and a cool breeze blows in.
After Luke gives Seth directions, no one speaks for a while and I worry that the night is going to end in a tragic silence. Then Kayden scoots forward and props his arms on the console.
"Luke and I have this brilliant idea," he says and the glow from the buildings reflects in his eyes. "You remember that rock we climbed up to? The one that all the seniors go and tag?"
I revolve sideways in the seat and bring my leg up onto the leather. "Yes, I remember."
He leans his weight on his arms, slanting even closer to me, and my heart leaps in my chest. "Well, we want to go up there and tag it."
"But you're not seniors." I adjust my seatbelt on my shoulder. "Well, duh, I guess you already knew that."
He laughs at me in an amused tone. "We do know that, which makes it fun."
