The Ride of My Life (an Ansel Elgort story)

Chapter 2

He is handsome. Very handsome. His brown eyes complement his brown hair. His bangs are swept slightly upward at the front of his head. The rest of his hair had been messed up from the rollercoaster.

As I had thought, he was tall. Compared to me, he probably looks like a giant.

His black t shirt hugs his body and displays his toned muscles. He is wearing plain blue jeans and Nike basketball shoes. The heat of the June sun makes him look like he is glowing, especially due to the fact of his golden tan. I probably look like crap standing next to this gorgeous guy.

"Lucy?" I am snapped back to reality when I hear Ansel's voice. I don't know how long I have been staring at him but I can feel my cheeks blushing.

"What? Sorry." We are waiting in line for a ride where you sit in a swing while you're lifted into the air and spun in circles.

"Where do you go to school?" Ansel asks.

"Oh. Uhm. I just graduated from Westfield high.. You?"

"I'll be a junior" he says. A junior?! He's only 16?? "In college.." Phew! "At Tennessee State. I'm home for the summer."

"Really? That's where I'm going!" I say, maybe a little too excitedly. So he's 20. Not too bad.

"You'll love it. I can show you where all the best parties are." Ansel tells me.

"Gee, that should be interesting."

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, making me immediately annoyed. Technology sometimes makes me want to scream. I check my texts and I have 8 from Chloe.

"WHERE ARE YOU!" Is what most of them consist of, with a few added cuss words here and there.

I decide to text her back saying

"My mom found out I didn't clean my room after she told me to 63 times so she made me come home. Sorry! I guess it's a good thing you have Natalie!!"

Usually I would feel bad about lying, but it's not like they need me to be with them. They can go without me.

Over the next several hours, Ansel and I hop from one ride to another. By the time the park is almost closing, he's only a little hesitant when it comes to roller coasters.

I have learned a lot about him. He was born in New York, his dads job caused him to move here when he was 14; he has an older brother and sister; and he LOVES cookie cake. Not sure how that came into the topic, but somehow it did. He is also very devoted to music. He said he wants to be a DJ when he gets older.

"So, the day is almost over. What now?" Ansel asks

"Hmmm. You tell me."

Ansel takes his phone out of his pocket and hands it to me. Luckily I can take a hint, and I put my name and phone number into his contacts. I lock the iPhone and hand it back to him.

"Aw, no selfie?" He pouts.

"HA. I'm definitely not selfie material right now."

"How am I going to remember your beautiful face?" How sweet, I'm not giving in.

"You'll just have to use your imagination." I reply, wittily, with a grin.

"Okay. Fine. Next time though." He gives me a wink and a smirk and we walk toward our cars.

"Bye, Ansel. It was a pleasure having you scream in my ear all day." I say.

"It was fun damaging your hearing. See you, Lucy."

I get in the drivers seat of my car and think: Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something.