Mama take this badge from me,
I can't use it anymore.It's getting dark too dark to see.
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
"Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door!" Indie's voice is raised as she sings loudly in the small space of her Camaro. She looks at me with a smile, so I timidly chime in.
" Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door!"
One hand still on the steering wheel, she pumps a fist into the air. I laugh to myself as she keeps singing along- very loudly.
It would be a lie to say I expected her to listen to Guns 'N Roses.
I'm glad she does, though.
As the song ends, she reaches a hand over to the controls and turns off the volume. I glance out the car windows, but we're not at Anson's house yet.
"Enough singing." She sighs in the space next to me, "Let's talk."
"I'd love to," I throw her a joking chuckle. My back straightens against the passenger seat. Indie focuses on the road, but I can see she's thinking about what to say.
"Are you nervous?" Her question is simple. "About this study-sesh thing?"
Nervous? I shift a little bit. Do I make it obvious?
"To be honest, I am a little." I admit. I wish I wasn't, but I'm not yet comfortable around just everyone. I mean, I don't know Anson. And I'm scared to know more of Bryce.
"I figured." Indie purses her lips. "You're giving off that vibe."
"Really?" I look down at myself, as if I could see what she's talking about.
She nods. "You know, I don't blame you for being anxious. Hell, I still am- and Anson is my boyfriend."
I giggle.
"But just know that you're so welcome to do this with us anytime. We really aren't going to judge you. I know I certainly am glad that you're doing this, today."
"Really?" Something feels warm in my chest. I realize I don't get told too often that I'm wanted.
I don't know whether to be sad or embarrassed about that.
Indie continues, "it'll be really chill when we get there. Anson and I will be at the couch probably, you and Bryce can take the kitchen bar, or vice-versa."
I make a mental note to go to the kitchen bar.
"And if you need any help managing Bryce," Indie laughs to herself, "Anson or I can help with that."
I feel a smile tugging at my lips. "Thanks." My voice is earnest. My eyes are bright.
"No, thank you. It's about time Bryce had a partner equally-matched to him."
"I didn't have anything to do with who got paired to who."
"Maybe not, but I'm still grateful. If you don't mind me saying, I think you're good for Bryce."
I drop my smile. "What?"
Good for him? What does that mean?
"I just mean that you challenge him. You never let him get a step ahead. That's good."
I find myself leaning against the restraint of my seatbelt to hear more of Indie's words.
"He's been so trapped in his own world here lately- and now he meets someone that can challenge that. I think it's healthy," Indie glances over at me. I try to relax, and not look like I'm leaning all up in her face.
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Teen FictionCaroline Abbott is the shy, new girl. Bryce Brown is the school heartthrob. With 4-months left of senior year, Caroline feels as if fitting-in doesn't seem like much of an option. However, Bryce knows all about fitting-in. He's a perfect candida...