Bicker, Drive, and Flirt

Gas Station

I sat in his car as he went to get gas. I want to eat my kolache but I fear that I might gain a few more pounds. So, I put the food back in the paper bag and decided to look out the window. Then, I saw him; he lifted up the pump and I notice how his scrawny arms have a little muscle in it. I mean, I felt his strong biceps once when I dragged him out from our lunch table before Fred could ask the awkward trust question: "Where was the weirdest place you've jacked off?"

 As he pumped the gas into his tank, I try to busy myself by counting cars driving fast in the highway. But then I had an urge to turn back to his direction. I gave in and when I turned, I saw his slim frame from behind. For a skinny guy, he actually had a bu- Wait! What am I thinking? But now that I think of it, Quentin's dirty blonde hair looks better when it's short and he does have a hot body.... No! Stop thinking about that, Johanna! He's my friend! We're just friends! A friend who takes me out and drives me to lunch sometimes. Besides, I only befriended him this year because we're both in Computer Programming together. So, Quentin is just a friend!

"Have you finished you kolache, Jo?" he asks as he got back in the car.

"Oh..." I tried to find the right words, "No, umm..." Because I was too busy checking out your body. "I'll just finish it up back in the cafeteria."

"...."

"...."

"...."

We remain silent in his parked car for a few seconds. When I looked at him, my eyes wandered to his chest and his buttons from his polo were unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest that contains some chest hair. His sunglasses weren't helping since it weighed down the polo, exposing his chest more.

"Umm... Quentin, you might want to-" I stop myself since I felt my face becoming red and hot as I pointed at his chest area."

"Do what?" he asks me as he blankly stares.

"Button your shirt up."

"Why?"

I gulp and took a deep breath, "Cause your, um...."

"My?"

"Just button it up!" I tell him a little too aggressively.

And so he did, but just the middle button. Then, he decides to pop his collar to aggravate me while putting on his sunglasses and I just glare at him before rolling my eyes as he chuckles. This is gonna be a long ride.