CHAPTER 6: Out of Body Experience

Well this wasn't awkward at all, I though sarcastically.
Ty was still looking at me expectantly.

- Say yes!
- No, I just met him. He could be Ted Bundy for all I know!
- How could he be Ted Bundy? That creep is in jail.
- Dude, I was just saying. I don't know him at all except that he plays guitar, writes his own songs, has gorgeous eyes...six pack...plush lips... *Mentally slapping myself!!!*

Finally making my decision, I came back to the present and focused back on the drop-dead-sexy guy in front of me.

"Listen, you seem like a nice guy," I started, and noticed the dramatic drop of his face. Everyone knew that those words were the infamous ones that make for rejection. "but I only just met you and don't know you at all." I officially hated myself. "Maybe we could get to know each other some more before you take me out and stuff?" I asked with a hopeful expression on my face, looking up into his disappointed one.

"Oh...yeah...That's cool." The gorgeous guy let out an awkward laugh. "Well... I better head off. Bye." And pretty much ran away.

Shit Kirsty. You've really done it this time.

***

The rest of the day was crappy. I couldn't focus on anything and completely ignored everyone. All I could think of was what a stupid idiot I was for letting that opportunity pass me by. Ughhhh!! I banged my head on the desk top hard. Looking up again, I noticed the weird looks the class and teacher were giving me and blushed hard. Freakin' hell! Let this day end already!

***

I was never more grateful for anything than I was for the final bell that day.
As I was walking down the hallway, on my way to Sasha's car, I was stopped by a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned around aggravated to see who stopped me from reaching freedom, when my jaw dropped and eyes widened. Who should stand there but the very Greek god I had been killing myself over for the past three hours?

"Hey Kirsty. I was thinking about what you said before and you were right. I was way outta line. But I wanna know you better. Do you think, maybe, I could give you a ride home?"

My only very recently recovered expression, relapsed in shock. I blinked a couple of times before letting a grin plaster on my face.

"That would be awesome." I answered, making his face light up.

***

We were in a gorgeous black Ferrari - yes, that is FERRARI people! - and the silence was piercing. I had no idea what to say. I felt his eyes glance at me every few seconds, just like mine were doing to him. Every time our eyes would meet, my blush would deepen and his smile/sexy smirk would grow.

Music was playing softly in the background while I was racking my brains with something to say. But I was immediately distracted when I heard my newest favourite song come on the radio.

"Oh, I love this song!" I exclaimed, not caring who was next to me right now as I let the beat roll over and into me.

Turing it up loudly, I started playing imaginary drums. I couldn't help but start singing along to it too. It wasn't my usual music taste but the beat just made me wanna dance every time. It was like I had no control over my own body.

"Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,
And shes an actress (actress),
But she ain't got no need.
Shes got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.
T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,
T-tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.

She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me."

(Won't trust me - 30h!0)

"AHAHAHAHA!" It was the roar of laughter from my left that brought me back to reality.

Shit. Ty.

I swear he was laughing for a full five minutes before I got sick of it and punched him in the leg (don't go for the arm while their driving people), making him calm down slightly.

"Stop laughing" I put on my infamous pout "I couldn't help it!"

"So I take it, you like that song a little?" He chuckled.

Blushing, "yeah, I mean come on, who could resist that awesome tempo"

"30h!0 though? Seriously? I took you as more of a Brittany Spears - Hit Me Baby type girl."

That earned him a punch.

"That song is the bomb! Don't go mocking the band just because you have got a secret obsession Brittany Spears." I retorted.