Ch.3 Road Rage
As soon as practice was over I scrambled over to my locker and changed very quickly. I carefully combed my long straight brown hair, adjusted my clothing, and fixed my makeup and left for the football field. I knew exactly what my excuse was going to be and I knew Jake would believe me.
“Jake!” I called and waved my hand signaling to come over. Jake came running towards me and he was wearing both his helmet and pads making him look broader.
“Hey honey what’s up?” he said took his helmet off and kissed my lips. His kisses were so sweet and gentle that for a second I forgot what I was going to say.
“We have an emergency debate meeting, and I wont be able to wait for you today”
“Oh.” was all he said.
“Yeah seems like the newbies don’t realize how important next weeks competition is going to be, I mean it is Kennedy High we‘re talking about, they’re geniuses”
“Okay, what about afterwards”
“Can’t. Promised Jenny she could give me a ride home.” I hated lying to Jake, it made me feel really guilty inside, and I wasn’t too sure about Kyle. I couldn’t tell Jake about him just yet, Kyle might disappear out of my life really soon and then there would be no point in bringing up a conversation about him.
“Oh okay then. Talk to you later?”
“Yeah” I told him and pulled him into a kiss. Afterwards he left back running to the field with the other football players and waved one last goodbye which I returned. I almost sprinted to the main building eager to see this Kyle kid. When I got to the entrance I stopped for a second and smoothed my hair and stepped out. And there he was leaning on his 1967 black Impala. His arms across his chest, and with some Ray Ban aviator glasses on. When I got to him I stopped and smiled.
“The day you almost ran me over I forgot to tell you, you have a sweet ride” I said and looked over to his Impala.
“It was my grandfathers.” He didn’t stop looking at me while he said that and then he added, “I worship it like a god” I couldn’t help but to giggle at his statement and smiled one more time. I was afraid of looking like a smiling dumbass, but he didn’t say anything about it so I stopped worrying.
“So, you’re giving me a ride home?” I asked.
“Not exactly. How about coffee?”
“Coffee?” I thought about it and then instantly said, “Sure” He moved out of the way and opened the passenger door for me. I stepped in and sat down and he closed the door for me. He went over to the drivers side and went in himself and he drove out of the school zone.
“Hurry the fuck up asshole!” he said as he honked at the car in front of him. “The light’s green! Move it! Steph, I bet you this stupid driver is a girl” I looked over him and saw a furious expression on his face. He then sped the car and passed the car in front and he now drove next to it. “See it’s a woman. Women are shit drivers.”
“Not all of them”
“Yes all of them they drive like they have all day here and they’re not sharp in their--Watch it bitch!” He yelled and honked his horn again. This was a new car, and to his satisfaction it was another women driving. “See!”
“You seriously have road rage.” I told him teasingly.
“Yeah well, women should be better drivers” All I did was laugh at him. It was funny to see him frustrated.
A few minutes later we pulled up to a Starbucks parking lot and went inside. He ordered two Caramel frappucinos and paid for both. We sat down in an empty table in the corner of the coffee shop and sat there quietly for a couple of moments as we sipped our fraps.
“So” he said breaking the silence first, “How long have you been with Jake?”
“Six months.” I said automatically.
“Are you in love with him?” He asked bluntly, and I carefully thought about how to answer it.
“Sure? You don’t seem too confident in your answer” he said and he flipped his straight black hair out of his eyes.
“Because I’m not. I mean I love him, but I’m not sure if I’m in love with him”
“Oh really?” he asked curiously. I nodded. Why was I telling him this? He could easily run to tell him what I’m saying this instant. “Then why don’t you break up with him”
“He’s obviously a douche, if I were you I’d go up to him and say, ‘it’s over between us, goodbye, go find yourself another girl you can fool.’”
“He’s not fooling me”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes” I said sternly taking another sip from my coffee. “Let’s drop the topic shall we?”
“Fine. Why are you in so many clubs?, you’re likeour school'sclub whore” My jaw dropped to the floor, did he just call me a whore!?
“Because I want to” I said a little flustered and angry. He dusted his jacket and played with car keys, I wonder if he’s bored.
“Why do you want to?”
“Because the more clubs you’re in, the more colleges want you, and what’s with all the questions?”
“You intrigue me, that’s all. You seem so perfect at times, you’re always busywith something, andsometimes I feel sorry for you” Wow, did he really think this about me? Did Imake him feel sorry for me! Well I feel sorry for him, I just didn't tell him that. The coversation slowly drifted to something lighter like tv, movies, music and he no longer drilled me, thank god!
He drove me home and when he got there he didn’t stop the engine, which only meant one thing. He wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible. I opened the car door and when I was about to get out he caught my wrist made me turn to him his eyes meeting mine.
“Let’s do this again sometime” he stated. I nodded and got out of his Impala .I accidentally slammed the door and I knew what was coming to me.
“Be careful! Don’t break my car”
“Sorry” I mumbled and watch him speed up. Today just confused the hell out of me, first he was charming, then angry, then acted like he was bored, he was rude, he was sweet, I just didn’t get him. I wondered if he liked me at all. He probabaly didn't.I just need to forget him, I’m going to call Jake now and maybe he can take my mind off of him.