Lance leaves not long after our little chat. I get up as Jesse walks through the door, taking his beanie off and throwing himself on the lounge. I mutter a hi to him and I walk to the kitchen. Grabbing a few snacks and drinks I set them on the coffee table and make myself comfortable on the lounge next to Jesse. Jesse looks over to me in confusion, and picks up my phone that sits next to him
"What does he want a picture of." He says, passing my phone back to me. I quickly snatch it from his hands and see a message from Lance on my screen
L: Could you send me a pic
I gasp at how bad that sounds and I quickly type him 'later' to him and Set my phone back down
"Uh he wants to see my, um foot that I smashed against a pole this morning." I say avoiding eye contact with him. I'm such a horrible liar
"Oh yeah sure he wants to see your foot." He says, as I look at him, rolling his eyes, arms crossed
I do the same as I put my focus back to the tv. Not long after, my phone vibrates on the table, signalling another message. Jesse snatches the phone from the table and anger fills in his eyes.
"Why does he want you to lift up his top! Are you sexting him?" He ask as he throws my phone at me and I quickly pick it up
L: Surly it doesn't take that long to lift up your top
Oh God this sounds so bad. I leave my phone there and turn once again to Jesse.
"Jesse! Im not doing that with Lance, that's disgusting!" I say as I storm off into the kitchen, Jesse following my tail. He accidentally touches under my boob, where my tattoo is and I wince and push his arm off of me. Jesse takes notice looking up at me.
"Lift up your shirt." He orders, as I back up a bit, not wanting to
"No it's nothing, just a bruise." I say putting my hands at the bottom of my shirt so he can't lift it up.
"Avery! Lift your shirt up." He try's again for my shirt but this time being successful.
Jesse eyebrows knit together as to why I would get a tattoo
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jesse asks as he turns upset. His hand still clutching onto my shirt.
"I- I thought you would be mad at me." I say slightly stuttering
"No Avery I would never be." He says pulling me into a hug. Putting my head into the crook of his neck, I stay there for a bit. I feel like it's right and I leave it like that
YOU ARE READING
Wild riders
Teen FictionAvery has gone through a lot. Her best friend, Jesse has been with her the every step of the ride. People often ask how they came to be friends, they're usual answer is simple but true. Cars.
