One Game

9. Fucked up

"You know him?" I say as I turn down the music.

"Yeah...... I don't know how you didn't figure it out sooner." he says causally.

"Because I don't have social media. I mean I do, but is not like usual." I say.

"You're one strange gal, you know that?"

"So I've heard."

He pulls on the side of the road. I guess he can't talk while driving. Note to self: never let him drive.

"I guess that's why I've taking a liking to you." he states

"A liking to me? What, are you from like the 50's or something?" I laugh

"No but I'm pretty sure that's not from that era."

"How would you know, mister Know -it-All ?

"Really? Mister Know-it-All? Really original, Joanna."

He called me by my whole name. It sounds foreign coming from his mouth.

"Jo. Call me Jo."

"No." He says matter of factly. "I like Joanna. It rolls of the tongue. It's sweet. I like sweet. "

He licks his lips like he just ate a piece of chocolate. This bastard thinks it's a game.

"Well. Okay."

"That's it , you're not going to retaliate?"

Ahhhh. Nobody's ever gave in that quickly. Now I know my game plan.

"I will. You just won't know when. It'll hit ya like a climax."

"A-A climax. Like when y-you-" I stop him mid sentence.

"Yep. Just. Like. That."

With every word I stare him in the eyes. I glance down at his lips for a second then back at his eyes. He's not looking at eyes anymore. His focus is on my lips. I lean in a but closer just to mess with him. He backs up and hits head on the handle on the roof of the car.

"Fuck." he mummers.

"I like that sound. You're going to be saying that more and more around me. I hope you know that." I throw in a little wink.

He's lips quivers and he mouth is wide open.

"Close you're mouth or a fly will get in it. Or maybe I'll just close it myself." I Lean in a bit to start the truck. My hand is close to his middle and just when I'm above him, I quickly start the truck. He breathes a large breath I didn't know he was holding.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You could've got us killed!" He screamed. I just laughed. And laughed. And he just looked at me like I am insane.
"Why are you laughing?" He just stared.

"Because Cameron, we're not even moving. You pulled over like five minutes ago." I state.

He just look dumbfounded.

"Oh."

"Yeah." , I smirk, "glad to see I have an effect on you."

"Oh. What, wait no you don't." He defended.

"So you didn't just almost turn blue because of the breath you were holding?"

"No, I was just- I was- Fine. But it was only because you were teasing." He said.

"Oh honey, I don't tease. If I'm gonna to do something, I'm gonna finish it." I say never breaking eye contact.

Cameron finally pulls back on the main road and it's 9:05.

"Oh it's getting kind of late. Do you be to want me to take off home. What's your curfew?"

"It's only nine and I don't have a curfew. Also what would we do next if you don't take me home?" I question.

"Oh I don't know. Probably play pool." He jokes

"It wouldn't be much of a game, darling."

"Yeah because you play everyday."

How'd he know? Who told him?

"What?" I asked

"Yep I know. Some biker told me at the bar. When you were asking your dad."

"Fuck." I exclaim

"Mmhmn , that sounds sexy coming from you "

"Note to self: don't swear around. Cameron."