Glowing Eyes

Weird Felix

Lalalala. Continue. Btw. If you're Scottish, and you can't deal with some racist (but i don't mean it) jokes, then don't read this. Lol.

He could see her eyeing him with a strange look on her face. But almost as if she trusted him fully and only knew the boy for 5 minutes. She felt like shes known him her whole life.

                                                      Lyndsey's POV

This boy wanted to give me a ride home. What was his problem? He acted as if he was my best-friend. I barely knew the dude. He seemed trust worthy though. I wasn't exactly sure if I was suppose to trust him, or he would be lying and he'd be the psycho. I mean, c'mon, who knows in this year. I nodded my head. 

"Sure. I guess. But if you try to pull ANYTHING on me, i will step on your wind pipe."

He had a mixture of relief and fright in his eyes. 'I would have that look in my eyes if I were you too' Lyndsey smiled an held back a laugh. The strange boy gave her  a weird look, and she gave one back. His car was a muscle car. It looked so new and shiny. But it was a 1969 Camaro. It was so old. I climbed in and went to buckle up, but there was no buckle.

"Where's the buckles...."

"Buckles? You expect to buckle up?"

"Well, yeah. I don't wanna get pulled over.."

He snickered. Giving a side grin, looking at her. "Pussy."

His side grin made her shiver. It was so attractive. 

"Psh. Fine then. My house is in the country. It's pretty far."

"And you were gonna walk home?!"

I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. "Whose the pussy now?" 

I saw him look at me with a serious face and I heard a little grunt. That little grunt he gave out just wanted me too tease him more. He was like a pouting baby. But, wait, I didn't even know his name! And I was already taking a ride from this dude. Well, looks like the whole 'don't take rides from a stranger' rule didn't work for me. 

"So, what's your name ms?" He said in the most chippy voice that a man could. 

It's like he read my mind. 

"Lyndsey. You?"

"Felix."

I burst out laughing. "Like a cat? A feline? That's hilarious. You're mom must be a cat lady." 

I thought he'd glare at me, but he had the worst come back. 

"And? You're name is Scottish. You're dad must own a kilt and you're mom must Annamarie."

I was so offended, yeah, I was Scottish. But how'd he even know? I mean, you usually don't know the orgin's of names from the top of your head. This guy was weird. But I liked every inch of it.