What The Jocks Want

Right Said Ted

What the Jocks Want 3:

Chapter 3: 

Right Said Ted

Crawling out of the bush, Ted checks to see if the Walmart guy is still running after us. After seeing that the coast is clear, Ted extends a hand out towards me, offering me help up. I slap it away, I don't need help from a Jock, especially Ted.

"You're so overly protective" He complains, and I roll my eyes, picking twigs out of my hair as I exit the bush.

"You're so predictive. Not all girls are as weak as you think"

"I don't think you're weak"

My eyebrows shoot up in shock at this. Is he taking the p- I mean Mick? Cassie wasn't kidding about kicking my swearing habits to the curb. But is he serious? No way, he's got to be leading me on.

"Geez, there's no need to look so shocked. I'm actually a nice person. Sexy too"

"And we're back to big-headed" I sigh, and walk away, wondering if there's a bus from here back to my house, otherwise I'm gonna have to get a lift home from Ted.

"Sorry, okay, you want a lift back to my place?" Ted suggests, a smirk on his face. My fingers curl into a ball, and I set the aim of his face. How dare he think that I'm easy?! It's gonna take more than one date to remove my panties!

"That was a joke Jones. I mean to start the assignment. I think your girlfriend would be mad if we went that far" Ted grins that smug, smirk like smile on his face that I hate.

"She's not my girlfriend" I insist, but Teds not listening anymore. By now, we've walked back to his truck, and he unlocks it, sliding into the drivers side. Reluctantly, I get into the passenger seat, and Ted starts the car.

The buzz of the radio is the only noise in the car, and I like it that way.

Brown Sugar by the Rolling Stones comes onto the radio, and I reach for the dial to turn the volume up. Ted does too, and our fingers touch. He snatches his hand away, curling his fingers around the steering wheel instead. Anyone would think I'm infected with a disease by the way he's acting. I turn up the volume, so now the music is blasting out of the open windows of Ted's truck.

"I love this song" Ted says, and I turn to face him

"Yeah, I agree, the Rolling Stones are epic"

"Yeah?" Ted sounds surprised that we're into the same music. As surprised as I am.

"Definitely. The Who are brilliant too" I say and Ted leans over and begins rummaging in the glove box in front of me. He produce a CD, and puts it into the player. The Who then begins to blast through the speakers.

"Yes! The Who totally wins Rolling Stones any time, any place!" I announce, and Ted laughs.

"No way!" Ted defends, laughing as he does so "Rolling Stones are the bomb! Mick Jagger is a legend!"

"If he didn't have the big lips, hardly anyone but the die-hard fans would know him as anything other than the guy from Rolling Stones" I retaliate, grinning. Ted shakes his head, and I punch his arm.

He laughs more, and I skip a couple of tracks on the album to get to the my favourite. Ted doesn't say anything, he just nods his head along to the beat. I watch him carefully, and I can see his lips moving. Is he... Singing along?

I bite my lip to stop me from laughing, and I keep watching him mouth along to the song. He slides me a glance, and he smirks at me.

"Like what you see?" he asks, and I smile.