Her Desire

C h a p t e r E i g h t

~ Try Me at Tryouts ~

Easton

I pulled into my driveway about five minutes after I dropped Evie off at her house. I was pretty stoked that she only lived a few minutes away from me, which made it even more convenient for me to offer her rides home from school.

I parked my bike in the driveway, and waltz into the garage that was attached to my house. Dad had set up a shop in here to work on our bikes, and other pieces of equipment if they got damaged. When I placed my helmet on the desk, I noticed a little posted note sticking on one of the cupboards.

"Gone to a convention this weekend. Be home Sunday night. Dad", I read aloud. I crumpled the tiny piece of paper, and threw it into the trashcan. It was normal for him to leave on weekends for business, but lately he'd been leaving throughout the week and returning home late every Sunday. I knew my father was a hard working man, but sometimes I wished that he would spend a little more time at home with us.

Setting the thoughts about my dad aside, my mind started to wander back to a sassy, but utterly adorable blonde. I looked down at the mess that she had made, and began tinkering away as I easily repaired the strap.

There are a few other straps that I would like to use on her, I thought as I pulled on the chin strap, making sure that it was properly fixed.

A sudden pressure caused me to look down, and frown at my friend. I realized that even thinking about Evie in any sexual manner was too much for me to handle. I didn't know why she had this effect on me.

Actually, I knew why. It was because she was the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen; no other girl could even come into close comparison to her. Her soft ash blonde hair framed her cute face perfectly, making her green eyes stand out against the light color. And her lips were always so plump; always ready to be kissed affectionately. And don't even get me started on her body.

My thoughts were pulled away from my dream girl when a red sports car pulled up behind my motorcycle, the engine sounding loudly. A long, ivory leg stretched out of the drivers seat, making her heel come in contact with the pavement. Megan slammed her car door closed, and pulled her sunglasses off of her eyes and into her hair as she made her way up my driveway.

I was just finishing dusting off my bike helmet, and threw the towel over my shoulder.

This outta be good.

"Easton, I've been texting you for like an hour", she said coming to stand directly in front of me.

I shrugged my shoulders in response, "My phone was dead".

She gave me a knowing look, and glanced behind me in search of my phone. When she spotted it, she lunged forward and grabbed it off of the desk. I stood still, not really caring if she knew that it wasn't dead.

"Looks pretty charged to me", she said smacking it into my chest. I grabbed my phone gently and set it back down behind me. "Why were you ignoring me?"

"I was busy", I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"Doing what?"

"I don't think that's any of your business", I stated coldly. After what Evie told me today, I was in no mood to play any of Megan's games. Megan popped her hip out to the side, her bitch face staring me down, but again I stood there looking unaffected, "besides, I'm pretty sure you already know why I was busy".