RDJ Imagines

Schooled pt. 3

I walked out to the parking lot, and saw Charlie in his car. He had his dark wayfarer glasses on, that I bought him back in Junior year.

"Hello mate." He said in a Australian accent. "Hop in."

"You said we'll hang tommorow Charlie." I laughed.

"Yeah, I know. But I'm driving you home, so hop in kid." He said leaning over, and opening the door. I looked around, and got in.

"I'm not a kid, I'm seventeen." I said, smiling; buckling my seatbelt. "And by the way, thanks for bailing me out."

"No problem." Charlie started the engine, and began to drive. "That's what best friends are for."

"Yeah... for that and putting their best friend in detention." I giggled.

"Come on, I bailed you out. Cut me some slack." He laughed. "And anyways, you know I always will be there."

"In the quickness?"

"Yupp."

"Like flies on shit?"

"Like flies on shit." We laughed, as he repeated what I said.

Time skip...

We pulled up to my house, and he stopped the car in front of my driveway.

"Thanks for the ride Lee."

"Oh don't sweet talk me." I playfully hit his arm.

"Shut up you nerd." We laughed. The laughter died down, and silence consumed the car as we looked at each other.

"Well, uh, see you tommorow." I said, shyly.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow." He said, smiling. I got out his car, and walked up the driveway. I looked behind, as he honked the horn, then drove away. I waved, then headed in the house.

"Mom, I'm home!" I shouted, but there was no response. I went to the living room, and found my mom sleeping on the couch. I smiled, and just let here sleep.

I went up to my room, and put my things away. Changing into comfy pj's as I hummed my favorite song.

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened today. The whole situation with Mr. Gardener. I'm a senior in high school, only a seventeen year old girl, and he's a forty something year old man. Ugh, but he's so hot though.

That was completely illegal in all ways, and yet I find it completely right. I need straight up help.

I plopped down on my bed, and looked up at the ceiling.

Maybe I don't need help, who knows...

Next day...

I woke up to a loud tapping sound on my window. I rolled over in bed, and rubbed my eyes.

"What in the flying hell?" I said, sleepily. I got up, and fixed my pj's. I looked out the window, and saw Charlie getting ready to throw another rock at my window.

I opened the window, and stuck my head out.

"Are you kidding me right now!? You're lucky you didn't break my window." I said.

"Good morning." He smiled, looking up at me. I rubbed my face.

"Did you ever hear about this cool new thing called texting? It's very useful, and you don't have to throw rocks at someone's window to get their attention."

"Maybe I like the old school way. Did you know I still use candlelight?" He asked, and I couldn't help but to laugh.

"I'm so sick of you." We laughed.