Driven | An Adam Driver Fanfiction

Chapter Four

"A date? You hade a fucking date?"

"Kara, watch your mouth." I scold.

Her surprise stings a little. I can get dates. . .I just haven't had one in awhile. Like, as in never, awhile. Truth is I've never had a boyfriend. I really wasn't that interested in dating back in high school. For one thing, the boys were all just looking for sex and for another, I was never super attracted to any of them. Except Erik Yates. I had a huge crush on him but he didn't have one on me. Actually, I'm not even sure if he knew who I was. Nonetheless, I still fawned over his eyes despite his ignorance towards by existence.

I was staring into the distance, thinking of his alarmingly green eyes when the image flashed to the brown ones I had caught looking at me tonight. A shiver ran down my spine as I recall the feeling of seeing him gazing at me and I shake the thought and image out of my head.

Currently, I was back at home in Bronxville, sitting in the ground level living room with Kara. I've been home for less than an hour and I was already ready to crawl into bed. It was pushing midnight and I had a busy day planned for myself tomorrow. My head was being held up my hands that were resting on my cross-legged knees.

Kara was sitting on the other side of the couch with her phone in hand as I talked to her. She was biting her nails and I could hear the clicking sound. I had the bad habit, too, but somehow it was always gross when you watch someone else do it. The thought made me look at my nails that were longer than usual and I had to fight down the urge to chew them off.

"I'm eighteen. I'm gonna curse the fucking roof off this damn place if I wanna curse the fucking roof off this damn place. You should try it. Get off your princess thrown and throw down some of that sass. God won't mind, he'll laugh along with me for Christ's sake. But that's not the point here. The point is that you got a fucking date. Spill it."

I roll my eyes. The mouth of a sailor, that one. "It was just some small talk over a couple drinks. It was nothing." One might think I'm being modest but I'm not; the 'date' was boring, not that I have much to compare it it to but still. I was crossing my fingers that things got less awkward before I went to his party. My attention went back to the lint balls on my pants when Kara opened her mouth again.

"No hand holding?" She prodded.

"No hand holding." I respond.

"No kissing?"

"No kissing."

"No fingering? No sex?"

"Kara! No!" I throw the pillow I was clutching at her and hit her in the face.

"What?" She spits hair out of her mouth. The pillow is clutched in her fisted hand, ready to strike. Despite her angry tone she wears a smile on her face.

"Jay," she called me by one of my various nicknames, "you're twenty-three, you're hot, and you're still a virgin! You could be getting laid left and right." Her eyes were wide with her feeble attempt at persuasion. Adding on to her argument, she coughed the word 'prude' under her breath.

I roll my eyes again. "This again? Look, just because I didn't have sex at seventeen like you doesn't make me a prude. I'll do it when I feel ready."

"No, it doesn't. But the thing is, your twenty-three years old and still have your v-card framed in your room. So there. Prude." Kara folded her arms and looked at me with a smirk though she just repeated her first remark with a few different words. "I could teach you how to loosen up a little, Jay."

It was true, anyhow. I'm still a virgin at twenty-three. I am saving myself for marriage. I didn't want every guy who looked at me have sex with me. It doesn't make me a prude though, right?

My mouth was in a flat line and my eyes were cold. I folded my arms and stared back. I debated whether or not I wanted to stoop to her level but decided against it; she still doesn't know I took her dress and if she found out she'd lock her closet.

"Okay, sorry, enough. I'm done." She apologized. Her hand raked through her fluffy brown hair to get it out of her face only to have it fall back into place. "What did you talk about? Anything interesting? Who is this guy by the way? You never told me. I have to know who he is in case he kills you and I need to give a name to the police."

I flatten my legs on the sofa and put my hands behind my head. "Oscar Isaac. He's gonna be in the new Star Wars." I mindlessly pull on strand of my blonde hair while I drone. "We only talked for an hour after my shift. He complimented your--my dress. . .but there was also this other guy. I mean, not really. He was just looking at me. Never mind, it's nothing, right?"

I glanced up at Kara from my fixated position on the light brown cushion in front of me. She's on her phone, not paying attention to me. I stand up and start to walk towards the staircase and up to my room. She never pays attention to me when I tell her stuff like this so I'm not even going to finish the conversation.

"Woah, hey! Where are you going?" She stops me.

"Upstairs. You obviously aren't going to listen to me." I fire at her. She rolls her eyes with a smile in response.

"I was looking up some pictures of him, dumbass. He's hot. If you don't tap that, give him my number." She laughed.

"Not going to happen, either of them. I'm not even that into him. I mean, of course his a solid nine out of ten but he knows he is and that's not what I want." In my head, I sort of hope she bring up the other guy I was talking about because I'm more interested in him, but of course she doesn't so I return to my previous plan of retreat. "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow morning."

"Okay, one, your fucking nuts because he's gorgeous and two, goodnight." She waved from her position on that couch that faced away from me.

Thinking I was in the clear for now, I quickly jog up the steps.

"Oh, and please wash my dress and hang it up in my closet. Love ya, Jeannie."