Come With Me

Chapter 1, Part 1

     Hope you guys like it:)  ~Sam

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“Matt!”

     I swung around, my heart accelerated by the sound of Tiffany’s voice.  She jogged up to me, brilliant smile gleaming, blonde wavy curls bouncing, and it laced my heart with excitement.  There were only slight occasions when she ran, (or at least jogged,) because she always wears these ridiculous heels that are so high they shouldn’t even be legal. 

     I slammed my locker, swung my bag over my shoulders, and waited for her with my thumbs hooked in my backpack straps. 

     “Matt! Matt!” She panted, arriving in front of me in a flourish.  “Matt, I have great news! My parents are leaving tonight and spending the night in a hotel, (Valentine’s Day special), so…” She walked her fingers up my shirt.  “We can have the whole house to ourselves.”  Her voice was syrupy, tempting. 

     I smiled.  “Should I bring over Scrabble?”  She made that weird clicking sound girls make with their tongues and rolled her eyes, all while slapping me in the chest.  I loved it when she multitasked. 

     “Come on, Matt, stop shi-“  I cleared my throat.  She shifted her weight to one side and made a face that made her lips look like a duck.  “Fine.  Stop messing with me.  God, I don’t know what you have against cussing.”  I shrugged; I couldn’t help it.  She dug her bejeweled iPhone out of her tiny little pockets and checked the time.  “Hey, look, I have to go.  I told Lizz I’d meet her at the coffee house; there’s a special on caramel mochas.  See you at seven!”  She started trotting the way she came. 

     “Can I come?”  I called after her, stretching on my tiptoes because for some reason, out of old habit I guess, I seem to think it makes me heard better. 

     “Choi!”  She called back.  I huffed, dug out my car keys, shoved them in my hoodie pouch, and began the trek to my car.  Time to go to Wal-Mart.

     I trudged out of that hell-hole (hey, call me a hypocrite - I don’t say them, but there’s nothing holding me back from thinking them,) with that stupid little plastic bag swinging at my side.  She was the highest maintenance girl I have ever dated; I hoped these would suffice. 

     I tossed the bag in the passenger’s seat and jumped in on the other side.  My iPod rested on the center console, just begging to be played instead of the constant stream of Katy Perry and Kelly Clarkson that would normally flow through the radio.  It drives me nuts.  I tapped on ‘shuffle’ and more tolerable sound greeted me.  

     You're a fraud and you know it

     But it's too good to throw it all away

     Anyone would do the same       

     I rolled down the window, letting the chime-like notes and the wind harmonize.  I could already feel the slight pinch of the dusk coming on.  Okay, normally I wouldn’t have the windows down, (it provokes my cow-lick) but I was just hoping it would calm me down.  I knew what would probably happen tonight, and, I admit, I was nervous.  This would be my first …”hook up” with a girl before, and just the thought of it was making me have hot flashes.  Good thing I had anxiety pills.