Riding in Cars With Boys
Chapter 1 - Just a Typical Night
Jacob's POV
My phone blared out its loud ring. A Letter From Janelle by Chiodos; it could only be one person.
I rolled over and groaned. The red letters on my clock read 2:30 a.m. This was really starting to get old.
I picked up my phone off of the bedside table and hit the 'answer' button.
"Hello?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes.
"Jake," she whispered, slurring.
"Yeah?" I wondered, though I already knew.
"Can youh give meh a ride home?" she asked. Well, I didn't actually hear her because there was too much background noise, but this was routine.
I sighed. "I'll be right there."
"Thankss Jakeh. I love youh," she said before the line went dead.
"I love you too," I murmured into the dial tone. If only she really knew.
I pulled on a pair of shorts and some shoes. I ran my hand through my hair and yawned, pushing off of my bed.
Trying to stay as silent as possible and stumbling around I finally managed to make it to the front door. I grabbed my keys from the table and opened the door. The door made a quiet creek and I cringed. The snoring from my dad cut off and then picked up and increased in volume. I sighed and pulled the door shut behind me.
I stuck the key into the lock of my 1971 Plymouth Cuda and watched the silver lock pop up. I slipped into the car and onto the black leather. I stuck the key in the ignition and turned it hard. The car roared to life and shook beneath me. I smiled smugly for a minute before putting the car in gear and turning on the headlights.
I didn't bother to be quiet anymore. My dad would know in the morning that I went out again. He's ask where I was, again. And I'd have to lie to him. Again.
This whole routine started about a year ago. While we were both sophomores, she was on the fast track and I was…well, not the smartest. She had everything going for her. Looks, sports, grades, and the perfect boyfriend to top it all off. Then the stress came. And her boyfriend introduced her to her new best friends. Crank and alcohol.
That became her nightly routine. She would finish with school, go straight to her boyfriend's house - her parents had the whole trust thing going on and didn't feel it necessary for her to check in - get completely wasted, then call me for a ride at some ungodly, hour crash at my house, then get up and do it all over again.
If it wasn't for the fact that I had known her my whole life and that I loved her more than life itself, I would never do this. But I did and I wanted to help her.
I turned the corner and stopped in front of his house. They were lying in the grass looking up at a starless night. I reached under my seat and pulled out a brown paper lunch bag. She might need that, though I pray to God that we make it to my house before she does.
I got out of the car, yawning, and shuffled around the front of it. Her boyfriend, Tyler, looked up at me with glazed over eyes. He really didn't care about anything right now, much less that I was taking his girlfriend.
"Heyy Jakeh, you came!" she said. She staggered as I picked her up and I reached out to steady her.
I threw her arm around my shoulder and supported her weight as she stumbled back to the car. She let go of my arm and went slamming right into the car door.
"Ow."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Pathetic.
She opened the door and climbed in awkwardly. Once she was in I pulled the seatbelt around her pretending not to notice the sour look on her face.
She turned on the radio and it was Wild Thing by Chip Taylor. She hummed along to it and set her hand on my thigh. I was instantly on guard.
Her hand started to move back up towards my upper thigh.
"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded.
"Nothing," she slurred, sliding her hand closer.
"Knock that shit off. We are not doing that," I warned.
"Oh Jake, loosen up," she whispered in my ear.
It was hard for me to resist her. She was the only one I wanted to be with in that way. But this was wrong. She has a boyfriend.
I grabbed her hand and shoved it back to her glowering at her.
She continued to sing like nothing was wrong.
Wild thing, indeed.
A/N: soo, tell me how you like it. Should I continue or not? This is my first story like this so let me know soon!
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