"Evan for the 75th time, she's not going to turn you down".
I was trying to manuver through traffic and give my best friend a pep talk at the same time.
It wasn't easy when the cars were bumper to bumper and your friend was being difficult. "You're just saying that" he sighed directed his flat brown eyed gaze towards me.
'Come on i just want a Mango A Go Go' i thought at the slow moving cars and glanced impatiently at Evan "dude you're crazy just ask her out. Why would she say no? you're Evan Burke: Captain of LAX, sweet, funny, kinda good looking-hey dont give me that look, you're like my brother so why would i call you hot?ew".
I looked at him, hopeful he got my point.
"She's never going to say yes".
She was Emily Carson. Evan had been crushing on her for weeks. Emily was way different than any other girl he's ever liked. Ususally he ended up with the blonde queen bitch that cheated on him with anyone who had a penis. Emily on the other hand was the pretty, shy, smart girl of our class.
I threw my hands up in defeat of the now stand still traffic and exasperation with Evan "You're right. She's going to reject you like a black jellybean!".
"I knew it" he deadpanned.
Oh.My.God. Sometimes i wonder why i even bother.
"Evan?" i asked after taking a deep breath.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up!" i shouted and smacked him on the back of his head.
That's when the car hit us from behind.
"Fuck!" i grabbed onto his arm as we both jolted forward.
"What the hell was that?!" Evan exploded as i threw my door open and went around back to check out the damage.
"I JUST WANTED A DAMN JAMBA JUICE!" i shouted at no one in particular.
"Oh wow that's not pretty" Evan said after witnessing the huge dent on the bumper.
"Do you not know how to drive?!" the driver from the other car emerged and started rubbing at the scratches on the front of his car. He seemed to be around my age (17) and pretty good looking.
"Excuse me?" my mouth fell open "you hit me so i wouldn't be talking".
He whipped off his aviator glasses and glowered at me with his blue eyes"most drivers move when the car in front of them does, they don't stand there like idiots ok?".
Oh no he didn't.
I started stomping towards him when Evan caught my arm and held me back "calm down Avers". How the hell was i supposed to be calm?! This guy damaged my car and now he was calling me an idiot. I shrugged Evan off and ignored his sigh "who gave you the right to call me and idiot?".
Aviator dude smirked "i think its called freedom of speech". Oh. God. I was going to murder him.
My fists clenched and Evan pulled me back "deep breath Avery, calm down". I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Trying to relax. My mom was going to freak then scream for hours then probably stab me in the eye multiple times. I would get grounded and-"OH MY GOD WILL YOU SHUT UP?!" i screeched at the honking cars.
Evan opened the passengerdoor and pushed me down onto the seat "just sit here, ill talk to the douche".
I thumped my head against the head rest over and over again.
Evan started talking to the Aviator glasses guy "look dude, its simple, you hit us so you should-"
"PAY FOR THE FUCKING REPAIRS" i shouted at him, he was being too nice.
An hour and about a bajillion swear words later, Aviator guy was forking over the money. I was very persuasive.
"I hope i never see you again" i said to him as he walked back to his car.
"Believe me, the feelings mutual".
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Those of you wondering 'Did avery ever get her Jamba Juice'. The answer is no. I did not. I know you're giving me a look right now like 'oh my god whats up with this chick' but hey, i could be addicted to crack or the jonas brothers (no offense to those who are).
Evan made me drop him off at his house despite me begging for him to come with me. I planned to use him as a buffer when my mom exploded about the car. Being a respected business woman she'd never scream in front of company.
"I hate you" i informed him as he jumped out of the car.
Evan grinned "love you too Avers" he shut the door and spoke through the open window "hey if you make it back alive, ill get you a years supply of Mango A Go Go".
I rolled my eyes and mentally added Years supply of Jamba Juice to my birthday list "if i dont make it back, im haunting your ass for not coming with me".
"Chances are you're gonna be fine" he shouted as he walked up his drive.
I really hoped i did. Although, it would have been fun to haunt Evan.
I tried to go really slowly to 1741 Stonegate Dr. but the problem was that i lived 3 blocks away from Evan so it was pretty difficult. I mean how many times would i drive around my street?
I parked in my driveway and made my way inside.
Our house really was beautiful. After my parents divorced, my mom went all phsyco home makeover amd remodeled the entire house. So now it was all marble, black glass, and shiny expensive stuff inside and bricks and perfect lawn outside. Not that we couldnt afford it.
I felt like a soldier going into a battlefield when i entered the kitchen.
Oh how nice, she was holding a knife.
"Hey you're home" my mom smiled and motioned to the veggies she was chopping "dinner will be ready in an hour or so".
I smiled warily "um mom you want to talk for a second?".
She pushed her blond bangs away from her face and sighed "what did you do and how much is it going to cost me".
She knew me so well.
I picked up the knife and put it on the far counter...just in case.
"Avery what happened?".
"Well..." i started wringing my hands "I kind of got into an accident and the back of the Audi got banged up.
She was silent and just looking at me with the same dark blue eyes i have.
"I got the guy to pay for repairs" i offered. The silence was killing me.
She finally let out a big gust of air "was anyone hurt?".
I quickly shook my head "all in one piece".
She returned to chopping vegetables "well that's all that matters then'.
My mouth fell open in disbelief and i quickly closed it. This had not gone as i'd expected. My mother was so calm, she didn't even raise her voice.
"So you're not punishing me?".
She looked up from the carrot she was cutting "oh um yeah, forgot about that...you have to help me out with the next event i have to plan".
I groaned for two reasons. 1) That was a rhetorical question and 2)Those events were not fun. My mom was an architect and had to plan these showcase events. Which basically was couples walking around in a model home and eating a bunch of coctail weenies.
Well you know what they say, Curiosity killed the cat.
