The Back of my Truck

Chapter 2

"Don't even worry about it, Banter. I was joking." James exclaimed, as soon as he saw that Riley stormed out of the classroom, obviously hearing what he had said prior.

This was going just like he had it planned out to go.

James shot his teacher a bright smile before he exited the classroom, bumping into a small figure, that was obviously waiting for him.

"Who do you think you are?" Riley had her arms crossed in front of her chest and looked more intriguing than a person her size should be able to. But it only caused James to chuckle.

He titled his head to the side, before he leaned closer down to her, his voice calm and monotone, yet somewhat provoking. "Who do you think I am?" He questioned, before he walked past her.

James was aware that she wasn't following him, but he didn't want her to anyway. It would be too much for him to handle at this early stage, and he didn't even expect her to be interested enough yet to follow him through the whole school.

Instead he made his way to his truck, and got inside, not driving away from the school yet.

He just wanted to check. If Riley would pay any attention to him outside of Chemistry class.

And there she was. With this exchange student guy, talking about whatever those popular kids were talking about. Most likely the next party.

Though, as soon as she spotted him, there seemed to be a change of her mood, as she left Marquez behind and made her way to James's truck.

"When are we going to work on our project?" She asked him, leaning onto the open window of his truck.

"You know, if you want a date, all you gotta do is ask me." He smirked at her.

"How funny you are, wow, James." Riley rolled her eyes at him, as she looked up straight into his eyes.

"I don't know. Tomorrow after school?" He questioned, being actually serious. Which was rare for him. James wasn't one of those typical jokester guys, but he didn't take that many things as serious as people would want him to.

Riley just nodded and turned around to walk to her car.

Seconds later, James started his car, before he drove slowly past the brunette that was walking to her car, still.

"Just remember, Riley, it's not a date." He called out, as he sped up and drove out onto the street only hearing a groan as a reply. Maybe it was even a word, but James was too far away already, to hear anything she was saying.

Minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of a huge building.

James was as familiar with it, as he was with his own house. Though, he was sick of it. He planned on not going anymore, but he had a deal with his father, and he had to keep going, at least one more time, just so he could go to London, not the London in England though, for the truck show he's been working for so hard.

One could say that his car was everything he really cared about, next to himself, of course. Whenever he had spare time, meaning everyday, the seventeen year old would work on his truck. He didn't really care much about school, or college, or whether or not he was getting a scholarship for something, he simply didn't have to care about it. James knew that. So he just didn't bother on working his ass off like everyone else in his class does.

James killed off the engine of his beloved truck, who actually had a name, but only James was the one knowing what it was, and got out of the car, navigating across the parking lot, into the building.

After walking through, what seemed like a maze of hallways, the dark haired guy entered a bright room, that had a pool table in the middle of it, a guy with slightly grey hair, leaning over it, as he tried to get one of the balls into the next hole.

"Peterson, you know that you won't win, no matter how much earlier you start." James exclaimed, a slight laugh under his breath escaped, as he dropped his bag to the floor, and took one of the pool sticks.

"James. Finally, I was thinking you wouldn't come." The elder male said, taking his glasses off from his nose and cleaned both of the lenses, as he looked at James.

"Ah, I wouldn't have bailed on you. I know how much you're in need of my help." James smirked, hitting the first one of the balls.

"James." He sighed at the boys reply, before he went on. "How was school for you, this week?"

"It was great. I finally got a hold of this girl." James said, his mind started focusing more onto the pool game than on what he was saying.

"The one you told me about?" Peterson wondered, as he stood at the side.

"Yeah." James muttered a few moments later, right as he hit the next ball.

"How's she like?" Peterson asked again, now he was the one hitting the ball.

"Oh, you know, popular, pretty, all that crap people seem to care about in a person." James leaned on his stick, as he spoke.

"And what are you going to do now?" Peterson furrowed his eyebrows at the teenager.

"Have fun with her." James spoke, another smirk on his face, as he hit another ball.

"Fun? What do you mean with that?"

"You know. Fun." James raised his eyebrows at Peterson, a smile on his face. "Its nothing bad. I promise you. Don't worry about it."

The assigned hour seemed to last longer than usual, as Peterson bombed James constantly with questions, which James hated. But decided not to act on it, as he knew that this was his last session here, and he wouldn't have to come here ever again. He knew that.

Part of him should be sad. But he wasn't. Honestly.

After hitting another one of the balls, James looked at the clock on the wall, a wide smile spread across his face.

"Peterson. I really liked those times. But I think you can deal on your own too. Without me." James smirked, taking his bag from the floor and making his way out of the room.

"James." He heard Petersons voice echoing behind him.

But James didn't want to act on it.

He made his way through the maze of the hallways and got into his car only a few seconds afterwards. Starting his car, he pulled into the street again, arriving at his house shortly afterwards.

James minded to park his car into some shade, just so the color wouldn't bleach out more than it already had, then walked into his house.

"Hey, dad." He called out, as he closed the door behind him.

//okay so I'm gonna make one chapter based on Riley's and the next one based of James's POV//