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I readjust my backpack on my shoulder. It's the end of the day. Time to go home & get ready for for my date tonight. This won't be so bad. Tony is a good guy. He wouldn't try anything with me. Despite his record, I think me & him can be friends. Just friends, nothing more.
I sighed. My mom is late picking me up again. I shook my head & sat down on the bench. How am I suppose to get home? Its almost dark. I'm not walking home. Not in this neighborhood. I need a ride home.
"Need a lift?"
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"I don't think I feel safe around you."
"Well suck it up, because I'm not letting you walk home by yourself."
"Since when you care about me?"
"Do you want a ride or not?"
I got up & dusted myself off.
"Where's your car?"
"Over there."
He pointed at the 1970 Convertible Red Cadillac.
"A Cadillac?"
"Its still in style."
"Yeah for pimps."
"I guess I'm a pimp."
We went over to his Cadillac & got in. He started the engine & drove out of the parking lot. He turned on the radio. Nuthin But A G Thang was playing in the background. The wind was blowing in my hair. Making my curls fall flat. I looked at Michael. His curly hair was being blown by the wind. Making him look attractive.
His husky cologne was making me nervous. Goosebumps everywhere.
"Are you done staring at me?"
I looked away blushing in embarrassment.
"What did Tony ask you in gym class today?"
"Why you want to know?"
"Answer the question."
"He asked me if I wanted to see "Annabelle Comes Home" tonight."
"And you said no?"
"Actually i said yes."
He took off his shades & looked at me.
"He's just trying to get in your pants."
"Oh yeah? Just like you? Trying to get in every girls pants?"
"The ladies come to me. I don't go to them."
"We both know that's a lie."
"I can't help it that the ladies have a crush on me."
"I don't have a crush on you."
"Yes you do.
"No, I don't."
We stopped at the red light.
"Look me in my eyes & tell me that you don't have a crush on me."
I looked at him & opened my mouth. But no words came out. He smirked & continue driving. I closed my mouth. Do I have a crush on him?
We pulled up at my house.
"How did you know where I live?"
"Coincidence."
"More like stalking."
"You really going to the movies with Tony?"
"Yes i am. Why is that so shocking to you?"
"No reason."
"No, tell me."
He put his shades back on & stayed silent. I sighed & got out of his car.
"See you at school tomorrow, Holli."
I shot the bird at him & walked to my front door. I looked back. He's still there. Watching me. Something about the way he stares at me. Its fascinating. I opened my door & went inside. I ran to the window & peek through the blinds.
He pulled out a blunt & lit it up. He took a puff & exhale it out. He drove off disappearing down the street. I sat down on the couch. That car ride was so awkward. Especially when he asked me if I had a crush on him. I don't have a crush on him.
