Beep! Beep! Beep!
"I'm coming!" 17-year old Kim Crawford yelled at the truck honking outside, even though she knew the driver couldn't hear. She grabbed her bag and ran out the door, hollering, "Bye mom!" She jumped inside the old green truck and sighed, "Why do you have to be so impatient?"
"Why do you have to take forever to get ready in the morning?" Going-to-be-18-on-the-seventeenth-of-December-and-won't-let you-forget-it, Jack Howard smiled as he began driving.
Kim rolled her eyes, "Because I'm a girl."
"Why do you have to be such a girl?"
"Because!" Kim was used to this, ever since she started at the Bobby Wasabi dojo four years ago, she would always pick pointless arguments with him. And since he got a car before she did, he insisted on driving her to school (he had his moments). Although Kim would never admit it to anyone, but the twenty minutes it took to get from her house to school, was her favorite part of the day.
"HA! I win!" Jack cried triumphantly.
Kim rolled her eyes, and turned on the radio. She found a station she knew he liked, and kept it there. It wasn't her kind of music, but Jack liked it, and that was fine with her.
"C'mon, Kimmy, I know you don't like that song," The brown-eyed boy looked at her, running his hand through his hair, an old habit of his.
She pretended to ignore him and stared out the window, but she couldn't help but listen when he started to sing along. She looked at the picture he kept of his family in his car. Jack had the same eyes as his grandfather.
He pulled up to her school, neither of them speaking. They were early to school, but neither would see the other until lunch because of different schedules.
Kim grabbed her bag and was about to leave.
"Hey wait," Jack jokingly tapped his cheek in a 'gimme a kiss' kind of way and looked at Kim from the corner of his eye.
Kim scoffed, hiding her smile. She began to lean in towards his cheek, but he turned his head at the wrong moment, and she ended up kissing his lips instead.
Kim jumped out of his car and took off, too scared to see the reaction from her best friend.
However, Jack ran his hand through his hair, barely being able to resist a smile.
And if you asked me if I love him, I'd Lie.