'So what's your master plan to get both cars back to the University?' Michael asked in a smartass tone.
I looked at the two cars parked in front of me. 'Well I've got the parking worked out, I'll put my mini in my actual parking spot and the McLaren can go in Emily's spot since she drives a scooter.'
'Where's she going to keep the scooter?' William asked.
'She? Really?' Emily fake glared at him, 'For your information my Scooter fits in between two spaces.'
'Sorry.' He mumbled.
She blushed, 'You're forgiven but, um, I wasn't really mad.'
'Oh, right.'
I rolled my eyes at the pair, gawd.
'Have you guys got all your stuff packed?' I asked.
'I think I left my bags upstairs, I'll be a minute.' Emily rushed off, William on her heels offering to help.
'So when do I get to go to the races with you again?'
He looked away and cleared his throat, 'I was thinking about that and... and I don't think you should go again.'
'What!?'
'It's illegal and I don't want to get you in trouble.'
'Hey, if we get caught my dad could buy me out of the trouble just like yours would and you know that.'
'That's not the point Ronny.'
'Yeah the point is it's my choice.'
He took a deep breath like I was being more difficult than he'd expected, 'No it's my choice, you need a trusted member to invite you to race, hell to even tell you when they are.'
'You're being an ass.'
'What'd you expect?'
I opened my mouth but nothing wanted to come out, he was being so nice to me. I mean I remember him being a jerk to me when we first met but I figured that'd changed, that he cares about me. That he might care about me as much as I care about him.
'I'm going to find Emily and William.' I finally mumbled.
Quickly making my way through the house and up to the bedrooms I barged into Emily's room ready to make fun of her for talking so long.
'Holy shit.'
Emily lay on the bed on her back, William was on top of her and they were making out. Like crazy making out, the two were so into it they didn't even hear me come in until I swore.
William rolled over and quickly got off the bed blushing sheepishly while Emily sat up giving me the deer-in-headlights look.
'I knew this was gonna happen.' I muttered, 'Time to go, Emily will you drive my mini.'
'Why?'
'I decided I want to drive my new car over myself instead of letting a chuffler.' I don't want to spend two hours in a car with Michael.
'Don't trust someone else with you new car?' She teased.
'Yeah.' I breathed and grabbed one of Emily's bags.
Stuffing the rest of Emily's stuff into the boot was a pain in the ass, I don't know how but I think the amount of clothes she has doubled. Screw this, I'll dump some of it in the extra seat in the mini.
'RON!?'
Bella ran at me and hugged my legs as tightly as she could, looking up at me with wide eyes.
'Please don't leave again! I like you better than Ryan!'
My brother grumbled out something behind me but I know he isn't really bothered since she says this whenever I have to go away. She goes back to loving him after about two days, quicker if he lets her eat ice cream.
I scooped my sister up into my arms, 'I promise I'll visit again and if you want to talk to me just get Ryan to phone me alright?'
'Okay.' She sniffled.
'Love you.'
'I love you too Ronny.'
I smiled and put her down only to have Ryan envelop me in a hug, 'Be careful out there okay Ronny?'
'Promise, now stop looking so morbid, it's like a few months and you'll see me again.'
He cracked a smile to make me happy and hugged me tighter before letting go.
'Go on.'
I stuck my tongue out at him and got into my car loving the feeling of the leather against my body. It's an amazing feeling to sit in a new car with that new car smell and feel that power, that metal around you.
I love it.
I'd rather be laughing and talking with Michael all the way back to University.
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Not That Girl
RomanceVeronica Louise Rochester better known as "Ronny" is a tomboy in love with cars, jeans, her siblings and adrenalin inducing fun. The one thing Ronny hates is being rich, everyone sees little rich kids as spoiled, lazy brats. Rich kids get it all...