Losing It

Chapter 3 - Proof

Adam POV

I had to pick Chessa up again for the date. We were going someplace I knew would pull at her heart stings and get me in better with her. Since the first date was first base, maybe the second we'll get to second base. When she got in the car, she looked way better than I think I've ever seen her look. She looked hot. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a sleeveless button up black shirt which was unbuttoned enough for me to see cleavage and she was wearing black combat boots.

I started at her for a second, and then drove, trying very hard to concentrate on the road and not what she was wearing. Her hair was done, and it usually wasn't. She usually put it in a pony tail or a bun on the top of her head. Never down. Not until now. When we reached our destination she looked at me a little weirdly. "An abandoned mechanic shop?" she asked. I smirked a little.

"Not quite abandoned. I come here to work on my car. Its solitude is. . .nice. It's good to be able to. . . "I couldn't quite think of what I was trying to say, and then I got it. "just think." we said in unison. We got back in the car, and I backed into the garage setting of the shop, and we sat on the hood as I took out some drinks and food. She laughed when she saw my creation.

"Sandwiches?" She said, not able to control her laughter.

"What, mom wasn't home and I'm no chef. But I do make a kick-ass PB&J." I said. Handing her the sandwich. And then I pulled out my ham sandwich.

"You remembered?" She asked. I was a little caught off guard. "What?" I asked.

"You made a ham sandwich for you, but me a PB&J. . . you remembered I was a vegetarian." She said it as a statement this time. "Well ya." I said shrugging it off. I didn't think anything of it. She was a vegetarian, it was just something you should remember about a person. Like their favorite color or something. Which I remembered hers was pink, because that was actually a shocker.

"No one's ever remembered." She said scooting just a little closer to me on the car, and then she just barley brushed my hand, as she reached her hand into the lunchbox I had set in the middle of us, to get her sandwich. In that moment, I felt something. . . did I like her? Not exactly, she was cute but I'd never really had an outright crush. Then I knew it. The knot in my stomach wasn't because of a nervous attraction to her, it was because of the guilt I felt. For what my ultimate goal with her would be: The Smash & Dash. She was a nice girl who, it seemed like, only wanted someone to love her.

"You live with Joe and his family right?"

"Yeah." I answered her question.

"You call his mom, your mom?"

"Well, she's been like a mom to me for the longest. When I was in Jersey with my dad, she used to come and visit to make sure things were ok. When my dad just disappeared during September, she was the one that almost begged social service to let her take me. Her and Uncle Keith are my only living and known relatives, so they were going to get me anyway, but she's always been there for me. What about your parents?"

"What about 'em?" She kinda laughed. "I'm not close with either of them. They're closer to Leigh than to me. They're the miracle child. My dad, he wasn't able to have kids."

"How did they have you?"

"Didn't you know? Leigh's my half-sister. I've never known my dad and Frank's been there since before I could walk. He's my dad. He cares about me, more than my mom does."

"Why's you last name different from Leigh's?"

"Leigh took her dad's name, I have my mom's maiden name. She was an only child and family is important to my mother. She wanted her family name to live on, if only a little while longer. So I got stuck with the name every teacher butchers on the first day of school." I laughed and then she laughed with me. It was silent for a few moments, but it was a comfortable silence.