Reckless Driving

Waking up, shirtless Boston, Walmart

(A/N To the side is the beautiful Gabriella Wilde as Leyton Lancaster) 

When I woke up the next morning my eyes were crazy swollen. I checked my phone and saw that I had three missed calls from Ronni. I guess she knew I had lied when I said that everything was alright. Nothing was really alright anymore.

 

I hated sounding so emotional, but it’s the truth; a girl can only handle so much.

 

I missed my parents. I missed my older brother Lucas. I missed Dawson, and I hated being alone all the time. I know how important my parents jobs are to them, but I really wish they would lay back a bit and be home for at least a week. Lucas is in college and it’s been forever since he’s checked in. Usually I can expect at least three calls from him each week, but I haven’t heard from him for two weeks. Then there’s Dawson.

 

Dawson, Dawson, Dawson.

 

They guy who ripped my heart into two.

 

Putting a fake smile on my face, I pulled my long blonde hair into a messy bun and walked down the hall. Ignoring all mirrors, because seeing my swollen eyes once is more than enough. Taking a left turn I found myself in the kitchen. I haven’t went grocery shopping for a while so the fridge was basically empty.

 

My stomach gurgled in irritation.

 

In a hurry I grabbed my car keys out off of the rack in the corner of the kitchen. I was wearing grey sweatpants that made me look like a hobo. They’re actually Lucas’s, but I stole them. Still, what’s the point in having an older brother if you can’t steal his sweatpants?

 

When I stepped outside I noticed that Boston was in his front yard. He was working on his motorcycle and of course he had to be shirtless. My eyes immediately traveled to his bulging abs. He was so sculpted. Every since I was super young I’ve had this strange infatuation with shoulder blades. I know, I know call me a prude, but Boston’s shoulder blades were godly. So was his hair, it was messy; sticking up in all kinds of angles. Not to mention that perfectly sculpted butt--

 

My throat got weirdly dry.

 

Did I seriously?

 

I mentally face-palmed myself. I did not just check out Boston McCormick. I looked down the street and noticed that I wasn’t the only one enjoying the view. Almost every female neighbor that lived on our street was out in their yards. Some just stood there in a daze with their mouths slightly ajar, and others pretended to do yard work with their mouths slightly ajar.  

 

The type of affect Boston had on women was disturbing.

 

Although it was hard not to be physically attracted to him. With that gorgeous ass- Dammit Leyton. What  I meant to think was that he was a gorgeous ass. Not that he had a gorgeous ass. Jeez Louise, my hormones are all over the place today.

 

“Hey Babe,” Boston called, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Nice zombie look you’re sporting today. Really, such a turn on.”