All It Takes

Chapter 4 // Moments

Chapter 4 // Moments

I'm really glad it's Friday, which means I have the weekend to get some much needed rest. I jump out of bed, and quickly throw on a pair of dark denim jeans, and an eyelet shirt. I text Stella asking her where she is, and she quickly responds an apology, saying how her dad had to drop her off this morning. Dad's gone, and Stella is my usual ride, so I'm forced to take the bus. But, I remember how it takes around an hour to get to school using public transportation.

I do the unthinkable and press the phone icon next to Lars' name.

He picks up. I nearly want to jump for joy.

"Yes?" He answers.

"I need a ride, and Stella ditched me, so can you give me one?" I ask a little too eagerly, and I'm hoping he doesn't detect the desperation from his side of the phone. I'm clomping down the stairs, when he replies, so I can't hear him. "what'd you say?"

"Yes." I hear the droning of a hung up call and wait for a few minutes until I hear the revving of an engine in my driveway.

I burst out, and Lars is coolly sitting in his seat, one hand on the wheel and his arm sticking out of his window.

"Thank you so much!" I gush and I sit in his car. It smells as if he just pulled out of the dealership, and the signature Lars scent of soap and the ocean.

He nods, and blankly stares at me, as he rushes down the street.

"You coming over today?" He asks, and he taps the side of his car with his hand, to the beat of the song.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" I eye him with bewilderment, and his blue eyes seem to perk up. His cool demeanor relaxes and he gear shifts into drive.

"Good." He leaves it there, and we ride for a few minutes in utter silence, and I can hear faint rap playing from his radio.

"My mom loves you. As does Cami." He turns and flits his eyes toward mine quickly, before turning back to the road. I sit in silence, allowing him to continue. "Cam spoke really great things about you to Mom, and even I'm glad an eighty year old nanny wasn't hired." He smirks and I take a moment to drink in his compliment.

"Thanks." I state. I try not to show my current flushed state by looking at the window while he pulls into the parking space, and we both hop out.

We walk side by side, and he breaks the silence easily.

"Where do you sit at lunch?" He looks down. His six foot towers over my small frame and it's as if I'm looking up at Apollo himself. The blonde hair, and the suaveness all remind me of the Percy Jackson novels I used to read obsessively as a kid.

"The quad. The table nearest to the vending machine." I struggle to match my pace against his long stride, and he seems to notice, because he slows down.

"Alrighty then." He winks at me, mischievously, and heads toward Garrett and Xavier who are waiting for him.

English drags on, and annoys me. Garrett is randomly twirling strands of my hair with his pen, and every time I turn around, he just snickers and I'm met with the glaring stare of Lars.

Bradbury instructs us to pull out our current novel. We're reading Frankenstein, and the novel seems to interest everyone in the room. Somehow gore and egotistical characters seem to capture the interest of every high school senior.