Poisoned Ivy

•Chapter 6•

"You okay? I saw your hood up and figured you could use some help."
He ran his hand through his messy dark curls and licked his lips. I like that it's a natural sexiness he gives off. I hate to admit it, but he just might not know how sexy he is, which I definitely like.

I look across the parking lot and see that all eyes are on us. He notices and follows my gaze over to his friends. One of the guys puts his hands up as if to say what the hell are you doing? Which is exactly what I was thinking right now. He looks back at me and smiles shyly.

"Don't worry about them, they don't bite."
I watch him as he adjust uncomfortably.

"Are you sure about that?" I ask taking one last look at them. He steps closer ,closing our gap a little more. My heart begins beating so hard I can barely catch my breath.

"Pretty sure."

There's that smile again. It makes me want to scream. I quickly back up and turn away hoping not to give off any vibes other than needing help with my car. I watch him as he checks the fluids. He's even cuter up close. His dimples were so deep, they were there even when he wasn't smiling. His eyes are so dark and intense . You could get lost in them and never care about finding your way out.

Get your self together Ivy. This isn't going to happen...Period.
I clear my throat and he looks up at me.
"So what do you think it is?" I'm thinking it's the battery. I probably just need a jump."
He takes one more look at the car and nods his head in agreement.

"But you might want to get the converter looked at too. It could be draining your battery. Does this happen a lot?"

"Yeah just the other day..."
Keep your answers short and sweet Ivy, I think to myself. All he is here to do is help you, and leave. I repeat that maybe a thousand times in my head.
He wipes his hands on his jeans and pulls his keys out of his back pocket. He notices me staring and smiles.

"It's cool, I have more just like em."

"Must be nice."

He smirks, "Sometimes."

When he walks back across the parking lot, I let out a huge breath. It feels like the first breath I've taken in the last 15 minutes. I begin looking myself over and turn up my nose in complete disappointment. It's like I'm seeing myself for the first time, and let me tell you, it is a pathetic sight.
I have on my Lincoln track shorts and a white tank, which at this point is covered in dirt, oil, and sweat. I can't even begin to explain what my hair is doing. The heat gives it a mind of its own.
I wipe the sweat from my face and go to the trunk to get the jumper cables. I'm sure he doesn't have any. Why would he in a mint conditioned classic. Coming back around to the front of the car, I attach the cables making sure the charges match. I watch as he pulls his car to the front of mine and gets out. He pops his hood and I gasp.
Under his hood was something out of car digest. It was so clean you could probably eat right off the engine. I'm so used to looking at my mess of a car, I'm completely thrown by his.
I watch as he attaches the cables and gets back inside his car to revs his engine a bit. He gets out and comes to stand next to me leaning on my car. He looks at me and smirks as if something is funny. He comes closer to me- so close his minty breath invaded my nostrils. Before I back up to ask him what the hell is he doing, he pulls a tissue out of his pocket.
"May I?" He ask coming towards my face.
I freeze. He brings the tissue to my face and swipes it gently across my cheek.

"You've got a little oil on your face," he whispers.

Our eyes lock and I can't help but feel this natural pull to him. I bite my lower lip and he smiles in response.  
Call me crazy,  but I think he feels it too.