My palms hit my pants as I wiped the sweat off. I reached for the heat and turned it down. That had to be the 6th time I’ve done that since Sana has been inside getting us burgers. I’m so fucking nervous. We haven’t said a word since she asked me if I trusted her. The silence was heavy with tension. She didn’t even turn on the radio. I didn’t know if she wanted talk about us, or what happened at the game, or some far worse scenario that my imagination was conjuring up.
I didn’t even answer when she asked what I wanted. I think I mumbled ‘whatever’ because I was to wrapped up in my thoughts. How much did I want to say? What did I want to say? I had to be careful because after tonight I knew nothing would ever be the same between us.
Her slender figure popped out the burger hut and she jogged to her car. How does she do that in heels? The door popped open and she got in passing me two bags. The smell of food filled the car and on cue my stomach growled.
“I got you a barbecue bacon cheeseburger, extra onions, no tomatoes, and it’s well done. There should be a thing of fries for you in there and our drinks are here, yours is the one with the buttons pushed down.” she said holding up her other hand showing me the drinks.
I took the food and placed it on the floor board then put the drinks in the cup holders near the center console.
“Thank you, it sounds really good.”
“No problem. Is it okay if we swing by my house, I just want to change really quick.”
Her house? We’re going to her house?
“Uh, yeah.”
“You don’t have to come up if you don’t want to.”
Oh thank God. Nodding my head I reached for my drink taking a large gulp. Root beer? Nice guess. We pulled out of the lot and back towards the direction of my house. Does she live close to me?
Silence crept into the car again and after a few more minutes Sana reached for the radio and pressed a button, turning it on. Her fingers flipped through the channels until she landed on one she liked.
“94.9 hitting with you best 90’s throwback on your Friday evening.”
The song started and I recognized it immediately. Dad had a thing for 90s hip hop and he so kindly passed it on to me. This station has the worst fucking timing to play this song at this particular moment. I bobbed my head and took another drink of my soda as she turned up the volume.
“Really, you know them?” Sana asked cracking a sliver in the tension, turning her head to glance at me.
“My dad digs this stuff.” I replied taking another sip of my drink.
“Show me.”
“No. I don’t rap.”
“Come on. It’s just us.” she pressed turning her gaze back to the road
Her eyes danced across the cars in front of us as she dodged in and out of lanes. Street lights bounced off her face highlighting her flawless features.
“If it makes you feel any better we only have 3 minutes until we get to my place.” She said turning right where I would turn left to go to my house.
Sighing I sat up in my chair and cleared my throat.
“Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed”
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Direct And Linear Relationships
FanfictionKim Dahyun is a barely 17 year old senior. She just has to worry about getting through the year, but a new Physics teacher might make her last year in high school much more interesting.
