Tips From A Street Racer

Chapter 6: Oh Really?

I glance around the halls, scanning all the faces. I spot a certain someone exciting the chem lab.

I flip my hood up and briskly walk towards the door, my heels clicking against the tiles.

I creep up behind him and stealthily raise my hands above his head.

I slap my hands over his eyes and shout, "Guess who?", right beside his ear.

He flinches back at the sound of my voice. Ha! Wait till he hears me sing.

Andrew shoves my hands of his eyes and groans.

He tries to escape but I latch onto his hand and drag him down the hall.

"What's it now, Collins?" Andrew whines.

I stop and unfold a crumpled twenty dollar bill and wave it in front of his face.
Andrew pauses as if thinking back to our terms. He huffs and leads me out to the field.

As we walk out together, murmurs rise from the students.

"Why does she, get to be with him? " I hear one girl complain.

Andrew seems unfazed by all the judging comments and I seem to admire that.

What am I thinking? Don't admire him! Jeez brain. Pull it together!

I shove the door open and bounce outside to the park bench by the giant willow tree at the back of the field, taking a seat.

Andrew glances over at me and sighs, before sitting as far away as possible from me like I'm a nuclear bomb. "So what do you need to know about me?" Andrew asks, unwillingly.

I tap my chin in mock thought before slamming a list of questions down on the picnic table, smirking in victory.

Andrew skimmed through the list, sighing.

'Questions:

- family members
- hobbies
- favourite band
- favourite food
- favourite colour
- other favorites
- birthday'

" I'll go first." I offer. Andrew nods, probably thinking of ways to kill me right about now.

"My mom and I live together, my dad left us when I was 9 and I have two cousins. El- who you will have to meet- and Sam. I'm not total crap at artist stuff and I'm fairly good at driving."

Not just fairly good. It's my whole life.

" I'm a huge My Chemical Romance fan, my favourite food is spaghetti and meatballs, my favourite colour is yellow and my birthday is September 11th." I conclude.

Andrew blinks at me. "Sorry, I didn't get that. Mind repeating it?"

I squint at him, attempting to intimidate him.

"Repeat what I said or I'll say it again."

Andrew hesitates.

"Ummm, no I'm good. But can I leave yet? Your voice is so annoying. I need to get away from it." He says, calmly.

I smirk creeps it's way onto my face.
I say it's time to sing!

Andrew catches the glint of mischief in my eyes. As if reading my mind he begins repeating everything.

"Your dad left, your cousin's are El and Sam, you don't completely suck at art and you also don't completely suck at driving, although in my opinion you just generally suck. You're an MCR fan, you like spaghetti and meatballs, you like yellow and your birthday is September 11th. I remember. Now please don't make me suffer anymore!"