Hooded Beauty

Chapter 14

The realization of the fact that I had no ride what-so-ever dawned on me after a minute of watching Mr.Marcus's car leave my sight.

I was outside, and the chains were the only thing that kept boundaries between the football field and the parking lot. There were a lot of sweaty players on the field stretching here and throwing the ball over there, but none of them were Nick. I wondered for a seconf whether or not Jeremy swept by here for football tryouts.

As I was about to dial my parents' number to pick me up, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and came face to chest with a sweaty pig in a white shirt and dark jeans.

"Aren't you supposed to be on your way to Jelly Joe's right about now?" Nick narrowed his eyes. That would probably be true, if my freaking car was here!

"Aren't football players supposed to shower before they leave?" I retorted, then squeezed my nose between my index finger and my thumb, "You stink."

"This is what I get for trying to be punctual? I wish I could say the same for you." He then turned on his heel and headed toward what I assumed was his car.

Well that was rude. Maybe not the fact that he tried to be punctual to meet me, but the rest was.

"Hey, wait!" I called before he stopped in his tracks about seven yards away.

"What?" He glanced at me over his shoulder.

"I don't have a ride!" I threw my hands up in the air.

"Cool." He said before he proceeded to walk down the parking lot.

"Are you freaking deranged?! I said I didn't have a ride!" I yelled, my feet planted firmly on the ground.

"Heard you the first time sweet-heart!" He replied before turning left to the bikes and motorcycles.

I groaned internally before stomping my way towards him. When I was about three yards away, he was sitting on a motorbike, extending his black helmet toward me, his eyes on the motor before him.

Guess that was the best I could get out of him.

Wordlessly, I yanked the helmet and grumpily put it on, but it wouldn't fit. I tried again and got the same result. He then turned his head and chuckled before getting off his bike and took matters into his own hands.

He took the helmet away playing with the straps as my hands fell limply at my sides. I stood there awkwardly feeling like a midget being this close to him.

"People usually wear helmets without their hoodies." He stated. It wasn't a question, more like a mere fact. I didn't know how to respond to such a statement, so I kept my mouth shut. "You have to apply pressure next time." He said before surprising me by forcing down the helmet on my head.

I swear, if my hoodie had a mouth, it would scream profanities at him.

"Hopefully there won't be a next time." I said as I got into the back of the motorbike and threw my bag next to his hung on the side.

"You're welcome." He rolled his eyes as he got on after me, sitting in the front. "Hold on to me." He ordered as he started up the engine.

"Only if you say please."

"That doesn't work on me."

"Only in your dreams."

"I'm serious."

"You already stink, I don't want your odor to rub off on me."

"I can't believe I'm stuck around driving you, of all people." He groaned.