The Boy In My Dreams

The Future

Quinn spins me fast in my chair, and I feel sickness swarm my body.

"Stop!" I beg laughing, as he speeds it up. He finally stops the spinning and sits back down in his chair. As I catch my breath he looks over at me. "How did we even get to that?" I ask turning back over to the window, he does the same. 

"What would you do if you weren't here?" I turn my chair back over to him, still a little dizzy. 

"I don't know, I guess I would be working at my mom's cafe."

"Why don't you do that now?"

"I don't know, I like the smell of gas." I shrug jokingly, and turn back around, he snickers under his breath, and looks at all of the cars.

"I don't know where I would see myself." He says leaning on the wall.

"Really?" I ask surprised, I guess it's okay that he doesn't have everything planned out.

"Yeah, as I kid I always dreamed of being a monster truck designer-"

"Designer?" I cut him off. He looks over to me smiling at how shocked I am.

"Yeah, I don't actually know why." I nod my head looking at him. His muscles bulge out of his shirt. Hot. Then I realized he is flexing.

"Are you flexing?" I say, trying to keep in my laughter.

"Yeah," he says shaking his head like he was ashamed. But then again who wouldn't? I look up at the clock, our shift is almost over. He pulls his chair close to mine and looks at me. "Want to get coffee after?" Oh shit. I have never been asked out before. I am freaking out and my cheeks start to feel hot. I have to say no, right? I mean I am not ready for this. My eyes flicker to the clock and back to his eyes. 

Times up.

"No, sorry." I say getting up, he pushes back in his chair. "I don't think it would be a good idea." I quickly rush into the bitter air. I run into my car, throwing my bag into the passengers seat. I rest my head on the steering wheel. "You are so stupid Peyton." Is all I could think about. Now things are going to be awkward between us. Dammit. I pull out of the driveway, Quinn still in there. Fuck you Peyton. Fuck you.