Poison Angel (Kip Winger Romance)

Chapter Three: Mr. Winger

Jade's Point of View

Within a few weeks, Kip and I had grown close. Not only did we share a bed, but we also shared a deep love for music. Although he made fun of me for listening to my James Taylor vinyl, he supported my love of Kiss, because he in fact loved them, too. I also found that it didn't take long for Kip to start complaining about the "fluff wall", as he called it. After a while, I found it ridiculous too, so the pillow barrier no longer exists. The good thing is Kip hasn't tried anything with me, but then again that kind of makes me disappointed.

As for Reb, he doesn't like the fact that Kip and I spend a lot of time together, and he wants us to stay away from each other. Which to be honest is normal for a big brother, but not normal when the little sister can easily take care of herself and can make her own decisions. I understand that Reb can't seem to get a grip of the fact that I am growing up, but I think the overprotectiveness is getting old. And, Reb is too far up Brittany's ass to notice. But, that's okay. I get it I've been in love before, except I never paid less attention to my own brother because of it.

I grab a casual outfit out of the closet, which I've now taken over. I change in the ensuite bathroom, and then leave the bedroom. As usual the guys along with Brittany are chilling in the family room and are watching MTV. As I leave, I tell them where I'm going and I grab the keys to Kip's Iroc Camaro off the table as I walk out. Not even a second later, Kip is quickly running down the porch steps, trying to catch up with me. "Is there a problem?" I ask, turning around to face him.

"Yeah, the problem is you have the keys to my Iroc and you're planning to drive it to the grocery store." Kip answers, hands on his hips like a house mom mad at her kids.

I shrug, "And... that's a problem because?"

"I saved up for two years to get that car, and I'm not going to let you drive it." Kip replies, and I laugh.

"Oh really? And, how are you going to stop me, Mr. Winger?" I question, a smirk growing upon my face.

Kip laughs, "Is that how you're going to play it, Jade?"

"Kipper, please let me drive the car." I say, applying a pouty look to my face.

"How 'bout I take you for a ride in it?" He asks, and I finally nod.

I toss the keys to Kip, and he walks over to the pristine blue Iroc. I watch from the passenger side door as he gets in and unlocks the door for me. Once I  get into the car, and Kip starts it, I listen to the loud roar of the engine as he pulls out of the driveway and onto the street. Within minutes we're speeding through the congested streets of New York City, the sounds of sirens behind us are the only thing that slows Kip down. Kip pulls the car over into a parking space on the side of the street, and the cop pulls in behind us.

Moments later, the cop knocks upon the window, and Kip rolls the window down. "Son, do you realize how fast you were going?" The officer asks.

"No, I didn't realize officer, I'm sor-" Kips begins, but I cut him off.

"Officer, I'm sorry, my boyfriend didn't realize how fast he was going because we were having an argument." I interrupt Kip, and give the officer a sad look. "It's my fault."

"In that case, I'm going to let you guys go with a warning, don't be speeding in these congested streets, and please, use extreme caution." The officer stated, giving us both an understanding look. Kip and I nod, and soon we are back on our way to the store.

Kip is silent for the remainder of the ride to the grocery store, and I'm scared that I've upset him with my comment earlier. When we arrive we both file out of the car, and walk to the automatic doors. I stand awkwardly as Kip grabs a shopping cart, "Boyfriend, huh?" He laughs, as we walk through the produce section.

"I didn't want you to have to pay a speeding ticket for showboating, so it was the best I could do." I retort, with a short laugh.

"I thought it was cute," Kip mumbles under his breath, as I go to grab a couple apples. I act as if I don't hear it and continue to pick up miscellaneous items and place them into the cart.

We spend about an hour in the grocery store, picking up everything from cereal to meats for lunch and dinner. When we are finished we load everything into the car, and drive home in silence. Its funny, Kip hasn't said much of anything since his comment about him thinking my comment was cute. Usually he bounces right back, and continues to talk even if he's trying to keep something discreet.

We're about to pull up to the house, when I finally get the nerve to ask him what's wrong. "Kip, is something wrong?" I ask.

"No, why?" He shrugs, and it's then that I know something must be wrong. After all, he's being short with me and he never is.

"C'mon Kip, I think it's cute that you kept the jig up too." I smile, and finally I get his signature smile.

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear all along." He winks.