"Bye!" I waved to Robin and Olivia. I opened my door and sat down. Ian was gripping his steering wheel, making his knuckles white. He stepped on the gas, throwing me forward. "WATCH IT DUMMY!" I screeched, stopping myself from going through the windshield.
"You should be wearing your seatbelt." He said, without looking up.
"And you should duck tape your sluts mouth, but you don't do that." I snapped back, pulling my seatbelt on.
"Shut up." We pulled from the school parking lot and I slid down in my seat. "Sit up."
"I'd rather sit down." Ian sighed and pulled into a McDonald's. "Are you buying me food?"
"No. The four parents wanted us to get some. Gave me a hundah dollah bill." He said, parking and opening the door. I rolled my eyes and opened my door, following closely behind him. We walked inside and got in line.
"I want a large ten piece chicken nuggets and a Dr. Pepper." I told Ian.
"I think everyone is getting that, with a different drink. And Anthony wants a burger." He mumbled. We felt taps on our arms and turned around. A short, older woman with a pudgy middle, smiled back a us.
"I don't mean to bother you, but I think you two are the cutest couple I've ever seen. You don't even have to touch, and everyone knows you're a couple." She smiled, her front tooth missing. Ian laughed. I opened my mouth to explain that we weren't an item but Ian beat me.
"Why thank you." He sent her a smile that would make a girl swoon. The old lady nodded and walked away. I smacked him. "Hey! What was that for!" He hissed. The line moved forward.
"Why'd you tell her we were dating!" I whispered back.
"Because why would you..."
"Can I take your order?" A bored, but loud, voice said. We quickly stood up straight and Ian ticked off the order. I grabbed the cups and went over to fill them. The old lady came up next to me.
"Hello. I just wanted to let you know, it was my two grandchildren, and they say they know you and want to speak you and him." I followed her finger to a table. Robin and William glared back at me. Shit.
"Oh. Uh, I have to leave, but I gave Olivia my number, she can get it from them, and text me." I said, noticing Ian motioning for me. The lady nodded and I quickly put the lid on the cups and stuffed them into cup holders. I walked slowly towards the door and someone pushed it open for us. "Thank you!" I called. Ian opened the back trunk of the car. We put the drinks in first and surrounded it by bags of food. I sighed and shut the trunk. Ian had started the car. I quickly buckled up and leaned back, letting the greasy smell of fries and chicken and the caffeinated bubbles fill my nose. I looked down at my bag and saw that it was open. "Ian... what did you take?" I said.
"Huh? Nothing." He said, focusing on the road.
"Ian. Give." I held out my hand. I checked my bag quickly. My phone wasn't there. "Phone. Now." I demanded. He sighed and lifted his leg and pressed the phone into my hand. I quickly opened it and checked my messages. Apparently I had texted everyone in my contact list that, (and I quote,)
Ian Marcus Reagan is the sexiest man alive and every time we go swimming or he walks around the house with no shirt on, I want to drool.
"YOU ASSHOLE! BOTH OF OUR FAMILIES ARE ON HERE. AND MY GRANDPARENTS!" I slapped him repeatedly, making sure to hit on the same spot for maximum redness.
"Stop!" He screamed, pulling into the driveway, then jumping out of the car.
"DOVE!" Four angry voices greet me. Fuck.
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Dove: I'm still pissed over that.
Ian: Eh. I've forgiven you
Dove: FORGIVEN ME!
Ian: Well duh!
Dove: COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!
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the devil wears leather
Teen Fiction"Every girl wishes they were you!" "I'm soooo jealous!" "I hear they share a bed." Lie. Lie. Lie. Lie! "Hey roomie." Ian slips in front of me. "You started that?" I hiss. He shrugs. "I'm just lonely." "Call one of your sluts. Their tongue will g...
