Collision

vii. Wildebeests

After the movie, Drew, Charlie, and I all needed to go home.

Derek never came back from the bathroom, so we all assumed he'd gone to bed. I was somewhat relieved I got to be rid of him for the rest of the night. I felt like a bitch thinking like that, but I wasn't one for associating with someone like Derek. The bad boy persona made me uneasy and he didn't just look it, he was it from what Reese had told me.

Reese was my Savior that night and protected me from the big bad creatures from the movie. I was quite proud of myself since I only squealed twice. I loved the thrill, yet hated it all at once.

Reese walked me(and the boys) to my van because it was "really nice outside and I wanted to take a small walk anyway." Drew and Charlie got in the back of Fillmore while I made my way to the driver's side. I think it's really cute how neither of them called shotgun, but rather decided to sit together in back. If it were anyone else, Drew would've taken shotgun without a second thought.

I opened my door and was about to get in when a large and soft hand gently grabbed my forearm, stopping me from doing so. I turned towards the culprit, Reese, and smiled, "Yes?"

"I had a great time with you tonight. . ." he spoke awkwardly.

"I didn't," I said with a straight face, but it quickly faltered once I saw that his blue eyes went wide with shock. "I'm joking! Tonight was great,"

Reese smiled at my cruel joke, "We should do it again soon?" My wildebeests were acting up yet again.

"Definitely,"

"And maybe this time without Derek or the two love birds—"

"We can hear you, asshole!" Drew yelled from the back. I laughed and so did Reese and Charlie. Drew just pouted.

"But yeah, I got it. That would be great."

He pulled me into a comfortable hug. It surprised me, but I enjoyed it. I hugged him back and I honestly didn't want to ever let go.

"Well, text me when you want it to happen."  Reese said as he pulled away.

"Okay, good night." I looked into his eyes for awhile and I so badly wanted to lean in and kiss him, but I knew couldn't. I just didn't have it in me to do something so risky, so I cleared my throat awkwardly and I got into my seat and closed my door after he'd backed away. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was thinking the same thing I was.

I quickly buckled my seat belt and put my keys in the ignition.

"Good night, Wynter."

Damn wildebeests. . .

* * *

The whole damned ride to Charlie's house was filled with giggles and comments about Reese and I from the boys.

"Hehe, did you see the way they were cuddled up next to each other."

"Awe, yes! And did you notice how whenever Winnie was scared she'd cling onto Reese like her life depended on it?"

"So cute. Are we that cute?"

"Of course! We're even cuter though."

Lip smacking, lip smacking, oh and more lip smacking.

I was a block away from Charlie's place when I decided to be an awnry little shit. I made sure there were no cars behind me and I—not too hard—slammed on my breaks and it scared the hell out of my little gossipers.

"Winnie! What the hell?!" Drew screamed.

I smirked, "No making out in my van, you weirdos." I went the remaining block and they both got out, leaving me all by my lonesome.