Nights Awake With Porter

(2) Fine Ass Shoulder Blades. (:

I walked around the car ignoring my pounding heart. Opening the car door I fought the familiar urge to turn around and run. It was a strong pull, but when I saw the inside of the vehicle, the racing in my mind, all the uncertainty stopped. The vehicle was even more beautiful inside than outside. It had black leather and the dashboard was glowing red. Again I couldn't help, but wish I had the same car.

What I'd give to even have a car.

"Here," Porter said, handing me a blue hoodie from the backseat. "You can sit on this."

I grabbed it and awkwardly sat it underneath me. I'm sitting on Porter Williams's hoodie in his car on my way to school. My first day of senior year might not be that awful. The water from my shoes was beginning to build puddles on the floor of the passenger side turning the black carpet darker.

I felt heat run to my face, this is embarrassing.

"I might actually have a t-shirt back there," his eyes searched the back seat. "Ah, here it is. You can wear it today if you want. You're going to be frozen stiff if you wear your clothes."

I smiled at his generosity, and grabbed the shirt. I unraveled it in front of me, and Porter started the car. The shirt was dark blue (definitely too big for me) and it had his name etched in the front in black thread. I was going to wear his name on me all day...

Is it just me, or does that kind of sound like a proposition?

I looked over and him and noticed the cute curve of his lips. He was grinning for absolutely no reason. His brown hair was cut shorter than last year, and he had certainly changed a lot from junior year. He was buffer; his muscles from under his grey shirt were tensed. He looked more mature. I wondered, did I look any different?

"Tell me about yourself, Evey," Porter glanced at me.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I didn't know any details about myself that were worth knowing. I didn't do any activities or sports, I only had one real friend, I didn't get out much.

I can't even think of one thing that makes me unique? Now that's sad.

"There isn't much to tell."

"Try."

Our high school was going to be coming up in the next block so I tried to buy time. I wasn't going to let him know anything about me. Was it weird that I didn't want him to get to know me? I felt like I shouldn't get too close, and I know how I sound. Why not? Porter did just so kindly give you a ride to school, and gave you a shirt so you didn't look like a zombie for the rest of the day.

"My name's Evey Chance," I stuttered taking off my pink hoodie. It was the most obvious statement I could think of.

His expression turned into false shock, "Shit, I thought your name was Jose Sanchez."

I'm pretty sure we had a Jose Sanchez in one of our classes together. He was an annoying kid that always moved, and always came back.

"That's a pretty damn close guess."

He chuckled more.

Porter's laugh was stunning; it made my heart feel lighter. I wanted to feel like this all the time. Maybe we could be friends? I choked, that was a ridiculous thought. Porter and I friends? It sounded unbelievable. I moved as far away from him as possible, and looked out the window. Drops of rain were racing down the glass, and I was slightly interested. When I was younger I use to pick two rain drops and watch them race to the bottom of the window. I didn't do that anymore, but I kind of wished that I did. It certainly passed time.

Our high school came into view, and a pang of disappointment found my stomach.

Wait- why was I disappointed?