Summer School Blues (editing!)

I Just Want to Be Left Alone With Your Donuts

Before she knew it, it was a new day - another one she'd have to spend at the horrible, heavy with heat, school with Flynn. Pulling her baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants on, Ingrid looked more like she was dressing for a lazy fall afternoon than a hot summer morning. Not even bothering to put on what little makeup she owned (she only wore it for special occasions, something she rarely went to or even had), Ingrid shoves her tangled hair into the hood of the jacket, yawning. It was too early to be getting up and heading to school, especially as June was turning into July. Grabbing her cracked iPhone 4 and earbuds, she heads out the door, revealing Flynn, leaning against his rusted old truck.

"Thought you could use a ride to school. Want a donut?" he grins, grabbing a box of what appeared to be chocolate covered donuts from the open window of his truck.

"I was planning on walking to school, first of all, and second of all, I don't like donuts." Ingrid snaps, stalking away down the grass to try and make it to the class on time.

"Ingrid, there's no way you'll be able to make it on time even if you run. Just ride with me and you won't be late. Besides, the worst thing that could happen is that Irritable Isaac will make us stay later than usual." the boy replies calmly, following her. "Don't you want a donut? They're great." Flynn adds, quickly catching up with her.

Ingrid snatches the box out of his hands, glaring at him. "I don't want to go. I just want to be left alone with your donuts." she mutters, opening the box and taking one, biting into the sweet treat.

"Do you want to stay later than we have to? Come on, Ingrid, the sooner we finish the course, the longer the rest of our summer will be." he responds, trying to coax the stubborn girl to attend the class. "Besides, we always have a pizza party at the end of course. I've done this program before, and I know how it works. You can do it. I believe in you. You just don't believe in yourself, that's all."

"I don't believe in myself? Flynn Newfield, don't make me punch you. I'm not afraid to give you a black eye. I've done it before, and I can do it again." the girl answers, her voice rising higher with every word. "I'll show you. I'll go to the course. I'll struggle, but I will come out with an A."

"That's the spirit. Now, come on, you can eat the donut while I drive." Flynn grins, his pearly whites showing as he walks back to his shell of a truck, Ingrid sulking behind him, as they both get in through the driver's side. "It's a hand-me-down. My latest project; the passenger side door should be working soon. Put on your seat belt, too. If we get in a wreck, that wouldn't be good, you flying out of the windshield like that." he continues, putting on his own seat belt as he begins to drive, Ingrid reluctantly buckling her seat belt into place. 

"I'd rather fly out the windshield than go anywhere with you."

"Ouch, that hurts."

"It's the truth."

"Keep telling yourself that, maybe you'll believe it someday."

"I'm going to break this window and jump out."

"Please do not."

"I mean, getting money from an insurance company is my dream."

"What?"

"If I injure myself and make it look like an accident, your insurance will cover it, and boom: I get rich."

"That's illegal."

"Again with the illegality of things."

"It's also morally wrong."

"Who cares about the morality of things? I'm just trying to make a quick buck."