Crush

Staring

Oliver

Being driven to school in Asher's car was certainly one way of getting everyone's attention. First day back at school and we were being driven to school ... and everyone was stopping to look at us.

Honestly, I was surprised when he'd asked me, Jenson and Mason if we wanted a ride with him. I thought he'd at least ask Sofia, seeing as the two of them seemed to have gotten closer over the summer. When I'd asked him about her, he'd simply shrugged, saying that she was going to school with some of her friends.

In a way, I was glad.

Glad he chose me over Sofia, if only for a simple car ride.

Did it mean anything?

Was that wishful thinking?

Or was it something else?

Was I reading too much into this?

Honestly, I was starting to give myself a headache. Having spent almost every day with Asher over the summer had maybe given my heart a bit too much hope ... and almost worn it out. 

We'd even celebrated our eighteenth birthdays together with our friends by partying at Mason's house only a few days ago. 

Almost completely inseparable. All summer long.

Fuck.

Parking in the student parking lot, Asher killed the engine.

A beat.

"We're here, guys," Asher chuckled when none of us made a move to get out of the car.

"Can't we just turn around? Go home?" Jenson whined from the back seat. "I don't feel like school today."

Chuckling, I turned in my seat at the front. "When do you ever feel like going to school?"

"I don't see you moving." Jenson reached over and messed up my hair. Leaning back in his seat with a shit-eating grin on his face, he said, "Much better."

Glaring at him, I reached over and grabbed his leg, squeezing his knee, knowing he hated it. He shrieked. "Off! Get off!"

"Say you'll never touch my hair again!"

"Get the fuck off!" Jenson squirmed in his seat so much the car started to rock. "Stop it!"

Mason just laughed at us, squished up against the door as much as he could to get out of the way of Jenson's flailing limbs. Arms and legs were thrashing everywhere.

"You gonna touch my hair again?" I squeezed his knee harder. "Huh?"

"Fuck off!" Jenson's face was bright red, his breathing heavy. "Just get off me!" He tried to prise my fingers off of him, but I held on, grinning at him.

"Say you won't touch my hair again and I'll let you go," I promised. Well, it wasn't really a promise. I will never stop doing this to him ... ever.

"Fine!" Jenson tried to yank his leg out of my grip. "No hair!"

I let him go and leaned back in my seat. "Good. That's all I wanted to hear."

"Fucking prick," he muttered from the backseat, straightening out his clothes and smoothing down his own hair. Asher laughed, clearly having enjoyed the show.

"That's what you get for touching his hair," Mason nudged Jenson with his elbow. "You know how the captain gets about his hair."

"Fucking girl." Jenson rubbed his knee. "If I'm injured and can't play ...."

"Shut up," I laughed at him. "No way that did any harm. You're being a drama queen."

"Fuck off."Jenson shoved me in my seat while I laughed at him.