Dirt Roads

Chapter 2

I sat in my car like a child with my pulse racing. My mind wandered back to the highway, my escape, as I typed a question to the boy in the truck next to me. Your car or mine? And where are we going or doing?

I felt eyes on me as I blushed waiting for the response. We can take mine. I've gotta go check on my grandfather's house.

Weird. I thought. But against my better judgement I got out of the seat of my car. The cold, brisk air licked at my cheeks, but they were already red from the blood that decided to pool there. I locked my car, the noise of the horn echoing off the empty closed buildings around me.

I sucked in a breath as I grasped the handle of the car. Here goes nothing. I yanked the handle, craving access to the dorr that held the mystery boy on the other side. It rejected me. Locked?!

I knocked on the window to pull his attention away from his phone. He pushed the unlock button on his divers door. Nothing happened.

I huffed out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding irritated once again. Maybe I was just better off going home. In all reality this only took about three seconds, but that was three seconds too long.

My attention snapped back up to the door with the sound of the lock moving upwards, indicating the door was free to open. Free for me to finally meet the person I've been talking to nonstop for the last two weeks.

Quickly before I could talk myself out of it, and before the sane part of my brain told me what I was really about to do, I yanked on the handle of the door. The metal gave away instantly. I opened it wide enough to squeeze into, careful not to door ding my own car. That is totally something I would do.

The smell of soap and cologne filled the air as I stepped on the black running running board, careful not to slip, and hauled my butt into the seat. I sat down and closed the door behind me. I sighed a "Hey" as I got comfortable, using a breath I didnt know I was holding.

"Hey." He said simply. His voice surprised me. It was deeper than I imagined, but it fit his face and personality well. My heart fluttered at the small word. Shit, I really liked him already.

I looked over at him for the first time. My eyes taking in the jeans, hoodie, and iconic hat. He always had one of those on. I melted on the inside when his eyes met mine. Eyes which I thought were brown, were actually blue like the ocean. My breath hitched, my cheeks igniting with fire to the point I had to turn away.

My eyes left his and met the windshield. A windshield that was still coated in ice apart from a small cicrle right where the defrost hit.

"Really?! You drove here like that?! Do you know how dangerous that is?!"

"What?" He asked. Then followed my gaze. "Oh yeah. It wasn't hard."

"Why didn't you scrape it off? Or let the heat melt some more of it? That's so illegal!"

"Uhh, cuz it's almost 11 at night, and I didn't want to be that asshole that was scraping his window that late. Plus I could see no big deal. And I didn't want to leave you here alone too long."

I rolled my eyes, annoyed that he had a point. He probably didn't want to wake his mom. That would spark questions neither of us were willing to answer, mainly because we didn't know the answers ourselves.

He shifted the truck into reverse and with a groan we were on our way, to where I had no idea.

I watched the lights of the town face behind us in the side mirror. We talked lightly about his recent trip to Texas, today being his first day back.