Wondering why

Part 15

"TWO MORE LAPS," the coach shouted. The sun was scorching hot as we ran our laps. I was sweating buckets, 'I can't fail on my first day of training', was the thought that got me to the end. Why do people do this for fun? I mean I run but at my own pace, I don't like having a trainer though. I drank an entire bottle on water in one, and made my way to the changing rooms to pick up my stuff.

I rushed to Lucy's car that was waiting for me outside. Tonight I have my first driving lesson, with an instructor. Chris had taught Kyle and Joel, but as he was so busy with work and since we hadn't heard from him in a couple of weeks, we thought it was probably better to just hire an instructor.

Lucy parked outside a small building in the center of a parking lot, filled with identical blue and white cars. I opened the door to go but she stopped me, "Good luck." I gave her a genuine smile and exited the car. I went to the building, and signed myself in before sitting down on one of three chairs, that was considered their 'waiting area'. The room I was in must've taken up most of the building, it was largish with filling cabinets lining every inch of the wall except the small corner which was the 'waiting area'. I waited for a good ten minutes before an instructor and a guy about my age came in. They were talking in hushed voices until the guy left and the instructor came over to me.

Oh my God, he's like a Greek God. He has the whole Brown hair, brown eyes, just been in the sun tanning kind of look. And damn that look works for him. I stood up while he smiled and held his hand out at me, that smile could make me swoon. "Hi, I'm Sebastián, Your instructor." Ok, let's put these years of watching crime dramas to use. So he has a slight accent when he speaks and on his name badge there is an accent on the a. He must be foreign, right? Italian? Greek? Or Spanish? But European, and I am English, which would mean we have something in common. We're both European.

I must have zoned out and when I look back at Sebastián, he is staring at me expectedly. "And you are..." he prompts.

This is not a good start. "Holly," I blurt, "Umm Holly O'Neil." This is where he is going to break it to me that he's not my driving instructor but instead I get the fat lady slurping iron brew by the door.

He smiles again, and damn he has a nice smile complemented by the perfectly straight white teeth. "Ok, well I am you're driving instructor and I will be with you until you pass your driving test." I am never passing that test. Ever. "Follow me." You don't have to ask me twice.

He signs us out at the reception desk and leads me to a blue and white car, while making small talk. "Do you go to the high school?" There is only one high school for the area, the next one is about a fifteen minute drive away, which means our school is huge. I nod slightly, I don't want to open my mouth and embarrass myself. He makes me sit in the car while he talks me through everything, then he gets into the other seat and talks a little more before he decides we should turn the engine on. Then I finally get the chance to actually drive the car. "Check your mirrors." He slips in before I even have my hand on the wheel. Eventually I get to have a spin around the car park trying to avoid cones. I crushed a couple but the majority survived.

After my two hour lesson Lucy picked me up again. She wanted to know everything, but I didn't really know what to tell her. My head ached from all the information about the clutch, and the second gear, and the noise the engine should make, I didn't really want to repeat it. However Sebastián promised me that our lesson would be more exciting next week.

***

The next day my first lesson was French with Stella. She is like fluent and I'm just hoping to drop it the minute I get the chance.

The teacher began saying a load of gibberish before Stella pulled her chair over to my desk and informed me that we are answering questions in partners. She asked me the first question and I just stared at her. I think I'm better off just sticking to English. "So I heard Cory and whatever his ex-boyfriend is called have been talking again." I wanted to tell her what the ex-boyfriends name was to be a smartass but I honestly couldn't remember either. Her eyes widened as if to tell me she was freaking out.