I seriously hated the name Jamie. And he didn't mind that Jay was a boy's name.
You could tell by the way he said it, the letters rolling of his tongue.
"Hey," he says, sliding his fingers across my back. "Need a ride home?"
I didn't want to say yes. I swear. But it was obvious that I did. I was sitting on a stone wall outside the school at 8:00 with no jacket on. And it was January in Chicago.
"You don't drive?" How do I go about explaining my level of laziness?
"No," I stutter. "I don't like driving. And it's not like I have anywhere to go."
"Makes sense to me. I don't really have my liscence either. But I'm a good driver."
He smirked at my chuckle. I love that he thought it was necessary to convince me he was a good driver. That's the last thing I was thinking about. The feeling of the heat shooting onto my face from the broken vents above the dashboard was too good to pass up.
"Turn right."
But the car began it's left curve down the hill.
"Umm. I live the other way."
"I know," he said. "This way's slower."
And I just nodded, letting him take me wherever he wanted to go.
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Girl Undone
RomanceThe 100 days of a girl's life documented as she unravels; Her love is denied by her best friend and she ultimately starts to go stir crazy, actually crazy, and everything in-between. There are no limits to revenge...
