Wishing Star [Harry Styles]

14 || Jake Richards

Jesse

"And what did you do after that?" Harry asks while tapping something on his phone. Well, I guess Tyler bought that or something.

"Uhh. . ." I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking back at what happened yesterday.

I can't remember actually. After that crazy conversation with Tracy at the park, I already found myself leaving. I didn't even bother talking to my brother, but luckily I saw Jake Richards strolling at his car and he kindly offers me a ride. He's my first crush since the freshman year and I always find myself drooling over him. He's the perfect guy - minus that things he does at girls. I barely even know him but I had to admit - he's extremely hot. He's the most popular guy in school and he can have every woman fall on their knees for him. My brother thinks he's a bad influence to some people like me. He had sex with my History teacher inside the Janitor's restroom during lunch. I mean, Who the hell does that?

Flashback. . .

"Hi Jake!" I breathe heavily as I tried to make my self comfortable at the passenger seat. He asked my address and I gave it to him immediately. My house is really not that far from here - in the park. He just nodded at me and started the engine.

Oh. My. God.

My mouth dropped open as I scan his perfectly clean sports car that I'm seating right now. The leather brown color of the seats was so intimidating yet so warm in my eyes and the scent of his car ride was filled with the smell of roses and vanilla. I never thought that someone like Jake would like this kind of scent. I guess we have something in common.

Jake seems to notice my reactions as he clears his throat from the driver's seat, waking me up by at my own world.

"Nice isn't it?" He softly chuckled. I looked over at his side as I witness this famous beautiful smile that girls on my class always talked about. I think I'm going to faint guys.

"U-uh y-yeah." I awkwardly chuckled, scratching my nose.

"No." I furrowed my eyebrows as he immediately disguarded my fingers off my nose.

"Huh?" I confusingly asked him as I watched him, placing his hands back at the steering wheel.

"You're so cute when you scratch your nose." He smiled and took a quick glance at me, checking my reaction. I blushed at his comment as I try my best not to scratch my nose again. Maybe I should scratch again?

No, stop that stupid.

"It's a turned on to me, you know that?" He smirked.

I stared at him in disbelief. My mouth dropped open and my eyes were wide in shock.

Jake Richards is turned on by me.