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Chapter 8 I Want Crazy

Chapter 8

I Want Crazy

There he was, in dirty worn jeans and a black fitted tee. His arm muscles on show to everyone every time he moves. There aren't even really any girls here anyway so what's the point of showing them off? Guys are so weird. He goes around the group giving each a 'guy' handshake. After the guys all made comments about the race Mason's eyes locked with mine.

"Just couldn't stay away could ya kitten?"

"Oh no, you’re just too irresistible! I mean I don't know how I've made it this long without you."

"Well you no longer have to struggle without me gorgeous." Mason said as he put his arm around my shoulders. The gesture wasn't meant to be cute. I was practically stuffed under his sweaty armpit in a head lock. Mason starts to take a few steps away from the group back toward his car dragging me with him. My stomach started rumbling but I don't think it was noticeable to anyone but me. It's then I remembered I never got my burger from Zayn. "Kitten?"

"Hmm?"

"I know I'm dreamy but you gotta pay attention," he winked. I roll my eyes waiting for him to repeat his question; which he did. "Some of the guys are going to that burger shop down the street, wanna come wi-" "YES!" I shout before he finishes. I get I weird look from the other guys as well as Mason. "What? I really like food okay?" I defend myself. The guys, except for Mason and Zayn, all begin to start up they're cars and pull out. I then realize I parked all the way on the other side of the track. Great. That's a really long walk and I'm a really lazy person. As I turn to trudge and start the marathon-like walk back to my car Zayns' voice stops me. "Aye, you could just ride with me there?" I considered his option quickly and replied, "And leave my baby all alone back there? No can do Burger Boy." The answer was completely honest; I really didn't want to leave my car here. Plus I barely know this guy?! I do not live a life like the girls in movies. I'm not just going to jump in some car with a random guy I barely know. That's like spreading your legs for a rapist. Uh uh not happening on this party train. I take a few more steps after saying my farewell to the boys and see Zayn pull around me toward the exit of the track.  I start kicking up rocks as I walk when I see Cameron's Chevelle matching my walking pace with the window down. I look at him expectantly. "Get in." This guy has a real way with words in case you can't tell. "Anything else you wish for me to do master?" I reply as I continue to walk and Mason matches my pace with his car. "I can think of a few more things," Mason smirks. "Your wish is my command," I wink. Well that wasn't suggestive at all. "Well then I wish for you to get that fine ass of yours in this car." He points to his passenger seat.

 "I'm not leaving my car here.”

“I know, I’m not deaf. You’re parked on the other side of the track and you don’t even know where the café is. I’ll drive you to your car and you can follow me. Unless of course you decide you’d rather just stick with me all night.” He winks.

After a few seconds of consideration I open the door and slide in. I think I know Mason enough to know he isn’t any trouble just a flirt. “Only because I don’t feel like walking all the way over there,” I point at him. He chuckles and presses down on the gas. Hard. After the close call of my head almost coming in contact with the glove box because of Masons’abrupt departure, I turn on the radio. I flip around from station to station listening for something to catch my ear. Mason mumbles something about being there before I find a song, but is mostly drowned out by the wind because his windows are rolled down. I stop when I hear the intro to one of my newest obsessions in country music and turn it up. Mason raises his eyebrows at me as he glances over. My car is in view because it’s the only one left but we aren’t quite to it yet. I tap to the beat and hum along with the beginning. The chorus is about to start and Mason’s already slowing down as we roll by my car. I turn it up even more and scream sing while trying to dance in my seat. “I DON’T WANT “GOOD” AND I DON’T WANT “GOOD ENOUGH”