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tomorrow.”
“Most definitely.” He's
stunned at my approach, but it had the effect I wanted on Jack.
I glance over at Jack's car
and wave my fingers. He's seething and has never looked as pissed off before.
His hands grip the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white. He revs his
engine in anger, and I imagine he's going to blow a gasket. He looks away from
me to refocus on the straight-a-way ahead of him, and Trey jogs between the
cars to start them off, pointing at Jack first. Jack doesn’t respond with a
head nod as usual. Instead, he revs his engine again to signal he's ready. Trey
points to a decked out, white BMW and nods back to the eager driver. He lifts
his hands in the air to pause for a few grueling seconds. As his hands come
down, to my surprise, Jack's primed and ready.
Jack takes off faster than
the previous race I watched him win. Damn. The race doesn’t last but a
few seconds. The BMW never had a chance. It was at least five yards behind
Jack. At the finish line, Jack never stops driving. He drifts a hundred and
eighty degrees and races back to the starting line, sliding to a stop in front
of me. He jumps out of his car, leaving his door wide open, storms around the
front of the Skyline, and grabs my arm firmly. His face is close to my own, and
I feel his breath kiss my lips. It scares the crap out of me, but I refuse to
show him any weakness.
“Get in the car,” he growls
through gritted teeth. I let him put me in the passenger seat and buckle up as
he slams the door. He drops into the driver's seat and peals out of Willow
Creek.
Jack pushes the pedal to
the floor as we hit the highway. It's deathly silent for fifteen minutes with
only the strident sound of the Skyline’s roar, and I fear I've ruined our
relationship. “Jack.” He doesn’t respond. “Jack. Please slow down,” I plead. He
doesn’t speak, but he slows down and turns onto a dirt road I hadn't noticed.
He navigates the uphill dirt road like a professional that most people would
have bottomed out on. Slowing down again, we come to a peak of a mountain.
It's
a cliff overlooking downtown Red Meadow. Jack gets out of the car, lighting a
cigarette as he reaches the cliff's edge. I wait for him to take a few drags,
then get out of the car to smoke as well. Leaning against the passenger door, I
take a long drag of my cigarette and take in the view. I know he's irked at
me for dressing like this, but I didn’t know kissing Trey would set him off
like this. I only thought it would throw him off his game. I wasn’t clear on
how he felt about me. I guess I had to test him to know for sure... Well, Ivy.
Your plan worked really well, didn’t it? I flick my cigarette and pace to
the edge of the cliff to stand next to Jack with my arms crossed tight over my
chest. “Jack.” He doesn’t look at me. “I’m sorry, Jack.”
He lets out a long breath
and turns towards me. Under the shadow of the brim of his hat, I have a hard
time discerning his expression. His voice is soft, “No. I’m sorry, Ivy. I
overreacted.”
I don't understand why he's
apologizing when I'm the one who should be groveling. “It’s my fault. I thought
if I could distract you that you would stall at the line. When you said it
wasn’t going to work, I panicked. I thought if I could distract you with Trey I
could win our bet.”
“I told you, Ivy. I don’t
lose. And, yes, you did a fucking good job of pissing me off by kissing Trey,
but I have no room to judge. We’re just friends, right?” Guilt pours over me
with his woeful tone, and I nod my head, finding myself hopeful for more than
friendship between us. “He’s not who you think he is though. You can do better
than that,” Jack adds with a tilted grin.
“Thanks, Jack. And for what
it’s worth, I’m sorry.” Jack places his hands on the sides of my face,
regarding me affectionately before he places a kiss on my forehead with his
soft warm lips. Longing for him to kiss me, I grasp his
“Most definitely.” He's
stunned at my approach, but it had the effect I wanted on Jack.
I glance over at Jack's car
and wave my fingers. He's seething and has never looked as pissed off before.
His hands grip the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turn white. He revs his
engine in anger, and I imagine he's going to blow a gasket. He looks away from
me to refocus on the straight-a-way ahead of him, and Trey jogs between the
cars to start them off, pointing at Jack first. Jack doesn’t respond with a
head nod as usual. Instead, he revs his engine again to signal he's ready. Trey
points to a decked out, white BMW and nods back to the eager driver. He lifts
his hands in the air to pause for a few grueling seconds. As his hands come
down, to my surprise, Jack's primed and ready.
Jack takes off faster than
the previous race I watched him win. Damn. The race doesn’t last but a
few seconds. The BMW never had a chance. It was at least five yards behind
Jack. At the finish line, Jack never stops driving. He drifts a hundred and
eighty degrees and races back to the starting line, sliding to a stop in front
of me. He jumps out of his car, leaving his door wide open, storms around the
front of the Skyline, and grabs my arm firmly. His face is close to my own, and
I feel his breath kiss my lips. It scares the crap out of me, but I refuse to
show him any weakness.
“Get in the car,” he growls
through gritted teeth. I let him put me in the passenger seat and buckle up as
he slams the door. He drops into the driver's seat and peals out of Willow
Creek.
Jack pushes the pedal to
the floor as we hit the highway. It's deathly silent for fifteen minutes with
only the strident sound of the Skyline’s roar, and I fear I've ruined our
relationship. “Jack.” He doesn’t respond. “Jack. Please slow down,” I plead. He
doesn’t speak, but he slows down and turns onto a dirt road I hadn't noticed.
He navigates the uphill dirt road like a professional that most people would
have bottomed out on. Slowing down again, we come to a peak of a mountain.
It's
a cliff overlooking downtown Red Meadow. Jack gets out of the car, lighting a
cigarette as he reaches the cliff's edge. I wait for him to take a few drags,
then get out of the car to smoke as well. Leaning against the passenger door, I
take a long drag of my cigarette and take in the view. I know he's irked at
me for dressing like this, but I didn’t know kissing Trey would set him off
like this. I only thought it would throw him off his game. I wasn’t clear on
how he felt about me. I guess I had to test him to know for sure... Well, Ivy.
Your plan worked really well, didn’t it? I flick my cigarette and pace to
the edge of the cliff to stand next to Jack with my arms crossed tight over my
chest. “Jack.” He doesn’t look at me. “I’m sorry, Jack.”
He lets out a long breath
and turns towards me. Under the shadow of the brim of his hat, I have a hard
time discerning his expression. His voice is soft, “No. I’m sorry, Ivy. I
overreacted.”
I don't understand why he's
apologizing when I'm the one who should be groveling. “It’s my fault. I thought
if I could distract you that you would stall at the line. When you said it
wasn’t going to work, I panicked. I thought if I could distract you with Trey I
could win our bet.”
“I told you, Ivy. I don’t
lose. And, yes, you did a fucking good job of pissing me off by kissing Trey,
but I have no room to judge. We’re just friends, right?” Guilt pours over me
with his woeful tone, and I nod my head, finding myself hopeful for more than
friendship between us. “He’s not who you think he is though. You can do better
than that,” Jack adds with a tilted grin.
“Thanks, Jack. And for what
it’s worth, I’m sorry.” Jack places his hands on the sides of my face,
regarding me affectionately before he places a kiss on my forehead with his
soft warm lips. Longing for him to kiss me, I grasp his
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