She's hunkered down behind his truck, eyes locked on the row of SUVs with the VOC AD tags. He takes the opportunity to check out her ass because she's still wearing those ridiculously sick red and white shorts from their funk performance and they show off more skin than any of those skirts she's prone to wear.
When he clears his throat she jumps and whips around to face him. Her cheeks redden and her eyes narrow indignantly in his direction. "I was…simply waiting for the competition to leave so that I wouldn't be forced to endure any more of their cruel animal torture."
He tosses his book bag in the bed of the truck and cocks an eyebrow in her direction.
"I may have been avoiding Jesse too," she adds dropping her eyes to the ground and nervously twining her fingers together.
"You know that Jesse kid would feel really stupid if he saw you with me," he suggests with a smug grin. He pulls open the passenger side door and nods for her to climb inside.
She hesitates briefly but when the doors to the school open and the Carmel kids start rolling out she slips past him and slides up onto the bench seat. He shuts the door behind her before rounding the truck and situating himself behind the wheel. When he pulls out of his parking space, he busts a U-turn and immediately Rachel's nails are digging into the back of his hand.
"What are you doing," she whispers harshly?
He doesn't answer, instead he rolls down his window and when they drive past that Jesse kid he throws his arm around Rachel's shoulders pulling her closer and flips the asshole off.