Once, Twice, Three times a Player

Chapter 3

Back at the storage center at 6:30 in the morning picking out my new outfit. I'd left a note for what's-his-face saying bye and crawled out to walk to storage. I'd been a moron to leave my car at school. It's a solid 30 miles away from here so I don't have a ride. I suppose I could've stayed with the dude but it goes against my rules. You don't bang and wake up with them unless he's hubby shit, aka never.

I sighed before I thought of an annoying solution. It was between Jock Strap and Randall's annoying nameless friend. And consdering the strap was pmsing, I technically had one choice.

Ten minutes later I'd walked to a gas station near by where I'd told no-name where to pick me up. He didn't need to know my personal shit dealing with the storage center. Avoiding people's questions isn't a strong suit of mine.

A car horn honked and I sighed to look at a slick black Mercedes. Well don't mind if I do. I started walking out of the shop, but then the passenger door and the driver's door popped open. Out came Randall and no name. Super. Just super.

"Come on Jack!" Randall screamed before he tackled me into a hug. "YOU'RE ALIVE!"

"Of course I am," I replied as I patted his back twice awkwardly. "You can get off me dude."

He got off and gave me a tiny crooked smile.

'What a cute little dweeb,' I thought to myself. 'Shit, no. Not cute. You just want a ride. Stop thinking.'

How do I stop thinking you ask? Flirting and/or making out with a guy. It always makes you stop thinking. Always. It's nice and bad at the same time.

I turned my attention to Jack. "So mister no name actually has a name?" He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a chuckle.

"You've been calling me mister no name?" He put his hands on my waist, pulling me a tiny bit closer.

"Mystery keeps me interested." I squinted my eyes and tilted my head. The grin on his face showed up instantaniously as my arms wrapped around his neck.

"Is that so?"

"But of course." A grin of my own. He rolled his eyes at me.

I pulled his neck down and he got the message. Our lips crashed and moved in sync. Honestly, in the top 5 kisses of my life.  He wrapped my legs around his waist and then pushed me against the side of the gas station shop. His hands went under my shirt but only so his hands were on the bare skin of my hips and it set me on a whole new level of fire. My hands tangled in his hair trying to make us closer as if that were possible. I never wanted to stop.

We were lost in our own little bubble before we heard a cough. I wasn't the one to pull away. I'd had sex with a guy while his girlfriend was yelling at him about cheating on her again. No shame here. Jack was the one who pulled back and cleared his throat.

"Sorry bout that Randall." His hands dropped from my waist and I put my legs on the ground. I walked and turned back to look at him.

"I'm not." Cue my seductive wink to Jack. Is that blush I see on Randall's face? He's so uncomfortable. HA. That's funny.

The car ride was pretty much silent. I squashed all conversation Jack or Randall tried to bring up.

'Why did you need a ride?' 

'Why did we pick you up at a gas station?'

'Are you sad?'

'How are you?'

'Psyched for school?' (That one was from Randall's geeky ass, obviously.)

All had the same answer. Buzz. Off.