Lost Cause (Tyler Carter)

Chapter 28

"I told my mom that we're going to the party later." Rachel said as she drove us back to her house from school. "She has to work a little late, so she won't be home until after us."

I nodded.

Before I said anything, It Girl came on the radio.

I gasped. "It's our song."

I turned up the volume.

"Oh my god." She said. "Does Jason Derulo have to be our song?"

"Why not?" I said. "Derulo is the shit!"

"Well, yeah, but it's not very romantic." She said.

"Well, fine. I'll show you a song that reminds me of you even more than It Girl." I said. "Since that's not good enough." I joked, smiling.

I plugged the auxiliary cord into my phone and scrolled through my music app.

I played Bloom by The Paper Kites.

"I love this song." I told her.

She awed. "You're so sweet, T." She said.

I smiled. "I know."

I reached over and rested my hand on her thigh.

"I love you." I said.

"I love you, too." She said, grinning.

We pulled into the driveway.

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Rachel and I drove around trying to find some here to eat before we headed to the party.

"So, we have that track meet on Monday." She said.

"Oh, yeah. Forgot about that." I said.

"Are you going?" She asked.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Is your knee not hurting anymore?"

"Oh, no. It's fine. It hasn't hurt all week." I said.

"Well, that's good." She said. "You have your jersey and everything?"

I thought about that for a second. "Shit." I said once I remember where it is. "It's at my house."

"Seriously?" She said. "Of all things, your forget your jersey?"

"Well, sorry. It's not like I meant to forget it."

She groaned. "You're so responsible."

I chuckled. "We can go get it tomorrow." I said. "They'll both be at work."

"Alright." She said.

Rachel pulled up to Mazzio's.

"Pizza sound good?" She asked.

"Yep." I said.

"Good because I've been craving pizza all week." She said.

She parked and we got out of the car.

"I'm paying." I said.

"No. I'm the one who wanted pizza, I'm paying." She said.

"Nope."

Her wallet was slightly sticking out of her butt pocket, so I snatched it and quickly stuck it in my pocket.

"Tyler!" She said. "Give it back!"

"No way." I said.

She groaned and crossed her arms as we walked in the door. "You win." She said.