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I halt at the edge of the curb and Luke taps the brakes to slon his truck "What do you want?" I shield ht as I look over at hiaze relentlessly holds mine "I want to see if you need a ride somewhere"
I elevate e of the open , just inches away fro up and down the streets looking for iveentertained by soy around like an old lady and thought Hey, maybe she’d like someone to help her out so that she can le with this one There aren’t too many people in the world who have etting close and I don’t like it--don’t like how little control I have overto have to jack his truck and drive a hundred down the highway, just to clear out all the feelings that co around like an old lady" I slant so close to hi his eyelashes are But I’ it to oes up a notch, his expression flaring with so "Okay, I guess I’ll leave you to your hobbling" He leans back into his truck and looks ahead, throwing me a curveball
I’m not sure how to respond I miss a beat, which doesn’t happen too often, and maybe that’s why I do what I do next "Wait" I touch his arm as the truck starts to roll forward The touch startles both of us and I drawto McDonald’s It’s like a few blocks up If you want, you can give h "Okay, then hop in and I’ll give you a ride"
Wallowing in uely enthused over the fact he’s helping ain, I round the front of the truck, and hop in
The door’s hinges squeak as I shut it and Luke shakes his head in annoyance "Sorry, arettes on the dashboard
"It’s not a piece of shit" I roll down theand let in the war breeze "It’s just rustic"
His eyebrows furrow "You have an interesting vocabulary" He pops a cigarette into his mouth "Is that a co froarette and then ignites it with the lighter "Yeah, you’re going to have to explain that one toof school, during one of lish classes I had with Luke, the professor told us to describe soht would be difficult to describe For souy who always sat in the back with his arive-a-shit look on his face He almost seemed unapproachable orelse He had friends, though, so it didn’t make any sense After a lot of analysis, I’d coh I’m not sure I nailed it correctly, every time I’ve crossed paths with him, the nickname pops up inyou is what gives it its appeal," I tell hihter onto the dash
He takes a deep drag froarette and then s to tellwheel with one hand and pulls back onto the road in the right lane and then drives down the road
I give a one-shoulder shrug "Maybe one day, but not right now"
He shakes his head, but a trace of a smile touches his lips "Fine, but I think I should be able to give you a nicknainside uess Crazy Bitch Psycho Jumper Old Lady"
The corners of his lips turn up "Asto give you one just yet I’ to wait until I find the perfect one to fit your… char personality"
I make a face as I roll my eyes "Ha, ha, you’re hilarious" He actually kind of is, though, and I have to work to restrain a smile
His smile broadens, and I feel my heart spastically skip a beat But then the happiness fades as he hurries and sticks his hand out theto ash his cigarette "Shit, I forgot to ask if it was okay to s forward in the seat and putting my foot back on the floor "You can do whatever the hell you want"
"Anything I want, huh?" He cocks his head, studyingthe residential part of town and now gas stations and small stores line the street "What if I said I wanted to drive like a hundred o ahead" I kind of wish he would, that way I’d get my much needed dose of adrenaline and these unfa insideinside me would be suffocated I’m not even sure exactly what they are; whether I find hiardless, I don’t want to feel anything for hi
He continues to hold the cigarette out the , so back inside the cab of the truck and landing on the gray Henley he’s wearing, the sleeves rolled up He’s conte deeply as he looks atwhat he said I ith a hint of anticipation Just the idea that er settles inally disappointed "So where are you fro here for school?" Such a casual question, which doesn’t fit the intensity in his eyes
"Where are you fro to divert his attention away from me
"Around," he says with a twinkle in his eyes
Okay, this is harder than I thought "So besides the fact that you like to walk around with blond sluts in the dark and force your way into people’s lives, what do you like to do?"
His gaze slides froht you already knehat I did--play football, help da stoically aloof"
I stare ih tickles the back oftihter "Touché, Luke Price"
He presses his hand draainst his chest "Did I just win a conversation?"
"You say that like ere playing a gae in his brown eyes and I feel so I’m not sure has ever been fully awake
"Maybe," I shift uneasily at the fact that I’ besides numbness, yet I don’t knohat it is "But I wouldn’t count on winning just yet"