Restoration

CHAPTER 6 Logan

 I look at her with confusion as she shuts the hood and opens her car door and moves her backpack to the backseat. She grabs her door and slams it shut, and turns the radio practically all the way up. She puts the key in the ignition and you hear the car roar. She backs up and revs the engine. I must have seriously pissed her off. I’m still standing there, like a dumb ass.

“Seriously? I don’t have all damn day. Hurry up and get in.” she demands. I walk hastily in front of her car and get in the passenger side front seat. I grab the buckle and strap myself in. I don’t know how good or bad of a driver she is. She watches me as I buckle up, and throws her head back and giggles. Then she grabs the shifter and we’re out of the school parking lot.

As she’s driving I look around the masterpiece, silently grading her work. She kept a couple stock interior pieces, and put in some new stuff as well. For example, she put in a new CD stereo, and put a little bit of bass and new speakers in, she put in custom gauges with blue dials and bright orange needles, and a chrome outline. She even had aluminum pedal covers, with blue and silver. However, she kept the classic seats and seat belts, along with the steering wheel. She put a lot into this, and I definitely was impressed. I was even more impressed that she actually knew what the hell she was talking about. A girl who’s beautiful, has a beautiful car, and knows about them, is the sexiest thing ever. I looked over at her and admired how she handled her car, knowing exactly how it launches, when to shift, everything. It was hot, she was hot. She notices me watching her, and she smiles.

“So, still think I can’t drive?” she asks.

“You can, the rest of the women in the world… Well I don’t know about that one.” I reply. She giggles and punches my arm.

“Thanks. Yeah, this is my baby.” She says as she strokes the dashboard.

“Well, it’s beautiful.” I say.

“Thanks. Well, it’s almost four. I better bring you back to the school.” She flips a U-turn and we continue down the road.

“So you mentioned you worked on this with your dad and brothers? How old were you?” I ask.

“Well… I was about ten when my brothers and dad brought it into our garage. It was a wreck, but we did it. Then we worked on it for like… six years. Then it went with my oldest brother, Jackson, to his place for a little while, and during that time my other brother Josh would come over after school and they’d add in some stuff, like the gauges and stereo. Made it to my liking I guess. Then on my 17th birthday they put a bandana over my eyes, walked me out to the driveway and there it was. Glistening in the sunlight, I was so happy.”

“Wow. Lucky you. Best birthday ever?”

“Pretty much!” she laughed. “Before that, when I had my permit, they were training me immensely with a stick shift and how to clutch properly and everything. I always wondered why, but then I understood.”

“Well, they did a great job teaching you.” I looked at her and smiled. She did the same. Then we pulled into the parking lot. “Thanks for the ride, it was fun.”

“No problem! Maybe next time you meet a girl with a kick-ass car, you might not want to make a rude comment if she can drive or not.” She smirked.

“Haha, maybe. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye.” I said.

“Bye.” She said back, and she drove away. I watched her drive away, and I got into my car, and pulled out of the parking lot. Thinking about all that just happened. She had serious skill, knew what she was talking about, no doubt about that. Not many girls actually know cars. Then I got the sudden random image of her working on my T-bird in a tank top and shorts… I shook that thought out of my head.

I pulled into my driveway and helped my mom with dinner, helped my little seven year old sister with her homework. Mom asked me how my day was and everything, asked if my made friends, doing the thing that Mom’s do. Then I went into my room and did my homework.

Later that night, as I laid in bed, re-playing the whole day in my head; when I first pulled into the school parking lot, seeing Avery for the first time, sitting with her at lunch. I then realized I had much more I wanted to ask her; like the guy who she was holding hands with, the deal with the skinny girl, and if she wanted to help me with my car. I dozed off thinking about her.