Volleyball Princess

Chapter 7: Boys Can Drive A Girl Crazy

A/N: I'm making some changes to this chapter so I'll let you know when i'm done.

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August 31: Wednesday

Honk!

“What the hell guy! You almost hit my car!” I yell fiercely honking once more at the idiotic student driving the Honda Civic and continue ahead to park.

Before getting down, I open my Scion TC’s mini driver mirror to make sure my makeup is in check when a loud unexpected voice screams, “BOO!”

“Ahh!” I close my eyes and shout.

“Chill out little girl. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” I heard the same strange voice outside my car say.

First, I almost got crashed into, now, this stupidity. Full of rage, I carelessly slam my door open, in hopes of striking whoever it is that scared me.

“Ow!” a different yet familiar voice cry out.

I hastily raise my head to see two guys outside my car; one behind my door and the other just cracking up. Guilt overcomes me. I had smashed my door into Trevor.

I quickly step out of my car, grab and throw the door off of Trevor, and tightly hug him around the waist. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry Trevor!” I apologetically shout out . “I didn’t mean to hit you!”

“Of course you didn’t,” the guy who was laughing his ass off remarks sarcastically.

I glare at him. “Shut up. I was actually aiming for you,” I spat back spitefully.

“Oh, well then,” all his features get serious, “I am honored,” he says dramatically bowing down.

I feel Trevor’s arms wrap around me. “Andy, I’m alright. Just ignore him.”

The guy sticks out his tongue at me. I roll my eyes and just turn my attention to the fact that I’m in Trevor’s arms which feel so comfortable and welcoming. Before I know it, he lets me go and holds my chin up with his left hand. His bright green eyes are illuminated by outdoor sunlight making them light up like the sunrise in a forest – captivating me – along with the mesh of cute, messy, golden curls in his hair.

“Good morning Andy,” he says tenderly with his charming grin. His hand slides down my right arm, grabbing my hand, startling me.

“Oh, um, good morning,” I mumble feeling the rush of nervousness rush to my cheeks.

“Aw, she’s blushing.”

I turn to the jerk who doesn’t seem to know when to shut up. “What the hell is your problem? You don’t even know me.” I growl at him.

“Oh, my bad sweet cheeks.” He takes a step closer to me, grabbing my free left hand. “You have the pleasure of meeting the one and only Blake.” He kisses the top of my hand lightly.

I pull my hand back, in utterly dumb-founded. What the hell was that? Ugh! Guys are so freaking confusing!

“Blake,” Trevor says sternly, “go to class. We have five minutes before we are late.”

“You coming with or are you going to wait for sweet checks?”

“Don’t call me that!” I angrily yell at him moving forward to push him, but Trevor stops me.

He stand in front of me and grabs my hands, “Andrea,” he says sweetly, as if pleading, “please calm down.”

I nod my head lightly, keeping my eyes on his.