The Skater Girls

R.I.P? Shopping Spree!

Girl above stars as Grace.

Zoey's P.O.V

So as you may already know, we were on our way to the shopping mall. It was about 1 and a half hours away; it's where everyone went to get their more expensive clothes.

I was in front, leading the way. The girls were singing 'Blank Space' by Taylor Swift and people were glancing at us as we drove by.

But don't worry, we all have very nice voices. Not as good as Beyoncé, or Mariah Carey. But we all had pretty nice voices.

I looked in my rear view mirror, seeing Josh's yellow Lamborghini in the reflection.
I smiled to myself, liking Josh's personality already.

They'll go good together...

Georgia glanced around and waved at his car behind us. The wind was whipping through her hair, but she managed to still stay flawless.

"What do you think they're doing in there?" She asked grinning.

Unlike my car, the top of Josh's Lamborghini was up so you couldn't see what they were doing inside it...

"Only God knows Georgia," Hannah said. "Only God knows."

Josh's P.O.V

She was in my car. We were alone for the ride to the centre, and I couldn't keep my eyes on the road. Her hair whipped in the wind from the window that she rolled down, and I watched slyly as she looked at the scenery that passed us, like she had never seen it before.

I wanted to say something. Anything. But I was too nervous, nervous of the fact that I might say something wrong and fuck up our first time alone together.

Say something Josh!!

I really did want to listen to my conscience, I knew that relationships where you can't even start a conversation together was a waste of time. And I didn't want to waste her time. Never!

Just as I was about to say something about her outfit, she turned and faced me smiling.

I chuckled a bit. "What the fuck are you smiling at?" I joked nudging her shoulder as we all came to a traffic light that said 'stop.'

Hazel nudged me back and kept on smiling. "Nothing, you're just a little too beautiful for my likings."

I blushed. And yes girls, it is very possible for a man to blush. Especially when it's because he is completely head over heels for a girl.

"Awwwwww are you blushing?" She said laughing at me.

"Yeah and what?" I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face. I could start a conversation after all, there was nothing that was complicating about it.

"Nothing," she said, shrugging her shoulders and looking back out of her window.

Shit! That was the end of the conversation! I need to start another one! Shit!

"Errrm, so where do you like to shop?" I asked nervously, fixing my eyes fiercely on the road to distract myself from staring at her beautiful face.

She shrugged carelessly again. At first I thought she wasn't going to say anything... "Everywhere to be honest," she said. "I just don't like shops that are too girly."

I grinned and bit my lip. I liked girls that had their own style. It meant that they weren't afraid of dressing hoe try wanted to, instead of following the crowd. I wanted a girl that stood out.

Hazel was just the one for me.

"Can you stop doing that!" She said loudly slapping my leg. When her hand touched my thigh it sent shivers all the way down to my foot. And all the way up to my... You know what... My manhood... My God given gift...

But I wasn't going to let my self control now.

"What am I doing?" I said cheekily, raising my eyebrows up at her.

"You're biting your lip like that. It's... Ugh it's distracting!" She moaned trying to look out the window.

She likes me... She actually finds me attractive...

I placed my large hand on her small thigh and waited for her to turn and look at me. She put her hand on mine and we just sat there, still driving but holding on to each other at the same time.

"You're beautiful," I said as we came to another stop. I saw her smile slightly, but she hid it by looking out the window again, trying to find satisfaction in the other cars that were passing out lane by.

She didn't take her hand off of mine though, and I was thankful for that.

"Can we turn some music on babe?" She asked kindly. I felt my stomach leap when she called me that. She shouldn't have this affect on me, but for some reason she does.

I placed my hand on the radio and nodded to her before blurting Drakes album on my custom made stereos.

For the rest of the ride we rapped along to his lyrical beats and jammed out in the car as people walked by.

She could sing! And that too I was thankful for.

I was thankful for her very presence.
It took my mind off of Dean.