I'm His

2. Just a Family Friend

"I'm so sorry" I croak the three words for at least fifty time as I sit on the passenger seat, my head bowed down and I was completely ashamed. 

So this is the story. I just got my driver's license three days ago and of course I wanted to drive. The worst thing that ever happened was that when I started the car on day three, my mind somehow decided to put it on reverse. It resulted the back of the car being crushed by the brick wall behind and me having a total breakdown. Like you know, screaming for mom, even though she couldn't hear me. 

Luckily, my dad told me that he knew of a guy just a few blocks away who usually helps him with car problems. A mechanic. Dad used to be a mechanic, but he retired a long time ago. I knew that there was a mechanic in our area, but I didn't know that dad knew him personally. 

"Blair, stop" dad said with a smile on his face. I sighed of the thought that dad never takes anything seriously. Honestly, this guy laughed his arse of when I got gum stuck on the back of my hair at the age of nine and mom had to cut out the area because pulling the gum off was not going to happen. So for a long time I had to wear caps and hats. Still today, the back of my head has the few strands, uneven, but they are hidden. Sometimes, it's hard to believe that he is forty. Sometimes, I just forget that he is my dad and think of him as just a friend you can goof around with. 

"How many times do I have to remind you that "shit happens"?" he raised an eyebrow at me and I scoffed from the language. Parents are supposed to teach their kids not to swear, but this man "You better learn something from this mistake so that you don't repeat it again".

"How much does this cost?" I asked, crossing my arms over my stomach, staring at the road through the window beside me. 

"The car?"

"The repairing, dad" I sighed. I felt too guilty to even talk about it. The fact that my dad will have to pay for the mistakes I made. He stopped my the curb and I looked at the name of the repair shop.

"Perks Auto Repair".

"Repairin' the bumper, I'm thinkin' somewhere between 1000-1500$" he shrugged and I gasped way too loudly which made him laugh. Surprised, I elbowed him and made him turn towards me. 

"And you are willing to pay so much?" I lowered my eyes and he grinned and me, squeezing my upper arm for reassuring me. 

"Just follow me in, and I'll introduce you to a friend of mine" he smiled and gripped my upper arm, gently leading me inside. He told me to wait inside while he went back to the car and drove the car inside too. 

The place smelled like gasoline and paint. It was hot inside and I opened the zip of my jacket to let air come in. There was someone inside working, but I couldn't excatly see them because there was a wall parting our sights. 

"Come on" dad cocked his head as he walked in front of me and I followed. There were rows of cars inside, either broken and on their way to be fixed or perfectly fixed ready to be given back to the owner. Dad knocked on the door and I stood there behind him. I told him not to tell his friend too much about the fact that I did the accident. I wouldn't want him to think of me as the clumsy type.

The door knob twisted and opened. Behind the door stood a tall guy. Sleek blond hair swept back and a sharp face with the strongest jawbones and high cheekbones. He was actually shirtless and I shamelessly gaped at his toned stomach and biceps. I'm just lucky he had pants on or else I would have collapsed. 

"Hey Joe" the boy gave my dad a one armed hug and dad pulled him into him like he was his own son. How do they know each other? The guy looked like twenty two and dad is much older. Dad let go and turned to me.