Crash and Burn

Chapter 11

I watched as Chad threw his shirt from his hand to the other side of the truck bed. His muscles flexed and I discovered it was, in fact, an eight pack, along with his biceps and ridiculous back muscles.

"Somethin' catch your eye?" He asked, and I continued to shamelessly check him out.

"Mmmhm," I hummed, sitting up with my legs to my side and my arm to support me. Chad laughed and crawled over to me, all of his muscles flexing and retracting as he moved.

God damn, he's sexy.

His arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me on top of him as his head fell onto a pillow.

"Good," he answered, and I flipped onto my back. My head was on his rib cage, and his hand was playing with my hair.

"Chad?" I asked, dragging my fingers across his stomach,

"Yeah?" He asked, still brushing his hand through my hair. I hesitated for a moment, but figured, why not ask?

"What do you think I am?" I asked, and I felt him take a deep breath before answering.

"A girl that I really like," he said, and I could feel my heart skip a beat.

"Why? We aren't even in the same social level, or group, or anything," I said, and I could feel him chuckle.

"Abigail, I don't think that matters. And you obviously aren't a goody two-shoes who gets straight A's and shit, huh?" He answered, and I immediately began to wonder when he figured it out. Maybe yesterday when we went bowling? Or when I stood up to him when he was blocking my locker?

"Really?" I asked, turning my body onto the other side so I was facing him.

"Yeah," Chad answered, hugging me closer to him.

"Let's stay here forever," I said quietly, closing my eyes and focusing on Chad's breathing.

"I wish we could, but we can't! We have to stock up for our party," he said.

"What party?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"Remember when you practically flashed your tits and I told you there was a party at a friend's house on Saturday?" He asked, brushing the stray strands of hair away from ny face.

"Yeah," I mumbled, closing my eyes again.

"Well it's actually a party here, and you're going to help me because I am letting you use me as a pillow," he said, and I smiled.

"You have to take me home first," I said, opening my eyes and watching Chad's confliction with himself appear on his face.

"Okay, fine," he said hesitantly. "But I get to pick you up later and bring you back here."

"Mmkay," I murmered, adjusting my head to make myself more comfortable on his stomach.

"Abigail," he whispered.

"Chad, it's Abby," I reminded him, and he smirked.

"Well, I get to call you Abigail," he fought back.

"Why?" I asked, holding back my grin.

"Because I'm allowed to be this ridiculously sexy, it's not illegal," he answered with a smirk.

"Why do you call me Abigail?" I asked, crawling over to the pillow to lay down next to him. We were both turned on our sides and facing each other.

"Chad," I whispered. His eyes shot up to mine. He was obviously fighting with himself about whether or not to tell me.

"'Cause it's a pretty name for a pretty girl," he said quietly.

"I know that's not why," I said. I was taking long blinks and giving him small grins every time he would make proper eye contact.

"Then I guess we'll never find out why," he said, smirking and practically rubbing it in my face.

"Take me home, Chad," I whispered, smiling at his confused expression.

"What?" He asked, and I stood up before offering my hand to him to help him up. He took my hand and stood up, reaching down next to me to pick up his shirt.

"We made a deal," I said simply, climbing over the side of the truck bed and jumping off. I landed on the ground with a soft thud, then sat down in the passenger seat of the truck.

"Deals are for pussies," Chad said, his pouty face making him look four again.

"You want it," I joked, and he couldn't resist laughing.

"Do you have any booze at your house?" Chad asked, and I automatically answered.

"Yeah, why?" I said, and then I realized I just told him the secret that keeps my babies safe.

"Okay, because-" Chad started, and I cut him off before he could finish.

"Oh! Actually-  I don't. Sorry!" I exclaimed, my jaw practically on the ground.

"Okay, I don't believe you," he laughed, and I frowned. I stuck out my pinky to promise and he smacked my hand away playfully. "You have to swear on it."

"What's the difference?" I asked as he started up the truck.

"When you swear on something, it means something so people take it more seriously, or at least I do. If you swear on something and it's the opposite, I probably won't ever talk to you again," Chad explained, and I laughed.

"Then I do not swear to you that I have no drinks at my house," I admitted, and Chad smiled as we drove back onto the trail leading to the road.

"Good to know," he said with a grin. We stayed silent the rest of the ride, and I stared-full out stared- at Chad the entire time.

He was fucking sexy, okay?

When we arrived at my house, I turned to him and leaned in. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and smiled.

"Thanks, Chad. I had fun," I said, and he smiled so big I thought his face would crack.

"Me too, Abigail. I'll call you later when I'm on my way," he answered, and I shut the door after getting out of the truck. I walked to the front door, turned and waved, and walked inside.

So. Damn. Sexy.

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It's been a while...
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