Started as His Girlfriend (Sequel to "Started as His Tutor")

Guardian Angel

"I'm jealous," Vincent whines over the phone.

"Why? Because I'm going to an amusement park while you have to work?" I tease, leaning my head to the side to hold the phone. With my hands now free, I kneel to tie my shoes.

"No, because you're going with someone besides me."

"Are you sure it's not because of the amusement park?"

"I don't care about that. I would go anywhere as long as you're with me."

"Sweet talking again I see," I sigh. "I'll see you at school on Monday, okay?"

"Fine. But I won't promise that I won't miss you."

"You can handle not seeing me for  one weekend," I insist.

"You don't know that," Vincent argues. "Call me later, alright?"

"Fine. Jeez, you're so whiny."

"But you still put up with me," Vincent boasts.

The door bell rings and I almost drop the phone in surprise. Instead, it slides and I catch it in the crook of my neck. Grabbing it, I slide it back into place next to my ear.

"Greg's here. I have to go. Bye."

"Remember to call me!" Vincent shouts before I end the call.

Tossing my phone into my backpack, I rush to open the door. Greg stands outside, his foot tapping away as he observed my front lawn. His curly hair isn't styled today, instead tucked under a baseball cap. Turning, his eyes are hidden behind dark-tinted sunglasses.

Sadly, the weather doesn't seem to agree with his attire. It's cloudy and windy, with an overcast that signaled rain was coming soon.

"I don't think you'll need those sunglasses today," I tell him, stepping out and closing the door behind me.

"Trust me. I will."

"Why? Afraid of being seen with me, Mr. Actor?" I tease, making my way to Greg's truck. Greg follows close in pursuit, stepping ahead last second to open the car door for me.

"No. It's going to be sunny where we're going," Greg explains.

"How far is this amusement park then?" I ask.

"Not that far," Greg shrugs, closing the car door once I slipped inside.

"So, I packed a bunch of food. I made turkey wraps and cookies. But, I thought we shouldn't be eating heavy if we're going on roller coasters, so I brought a bunch of snacks too."

I open my backpack to show a plethora of resealable bags full of pretzels, chips, trail mix, and fruit leather. Taking quick glances, since he had to keep his eyes on the road he was driving, Greg smiled the contents.

"Oh, and I made the fruit leather myself. It took forever to dehydrate in the oven," I added.

"You can't bring that lemonade though," Greg says, noticing the bottles in backpack while I showed him all the food.

"Why not? Don't you know how overpriced amusement park food is? Its ridiculous! Like three to four dollars just for a water bottle," I complain.

"I appreciate the thought, but they don't let you bring drinks on planes."

"What does a plane have to do with this?"

"Because we're going on one."

"What?" I look straight and sure enough, we are approaching the airport. Greg stops at the gate and pulls a ticket for parking. We then made our way to the parking lot. Greg pulls over and starts to get out, but I pull him back into his seat by the collar of his shirt.