Rob Wilkins was bored out of his mind.
He had to admit, though, detention was a lot better than class where he
listened to a bunch of teachers go on about stuff he'll never use again.
Its not like he had huge dreams for after high school, he had always wanted
to open up his own motorcycle shop.
It also didn't hurt that she was here.
Man, she was unbelievable.
Jess Mastrani was something else.
He saw her punch that jock strap Day in the neck today. Not that it wasn't a
beautiful sight to see him whimpering like a friggin' baby, but he knew that one day, one of those guys was gonna punch back.
And Rob wanted to be there to back her up.
One of these days, he will ask her out. The whole townie/grit thing made him a little uncomfortable. But, he told himself, she's not like the other townies.
He could tell she was different.
Which was why he found himself riding up to her after detention where she was talking to that fat girl from the caf.
"Mastrani," he put his foot down to steady himself, "need a ride?"
He could tell she was tempted to come with him by the way her gaze raked over the bike and then over..him.
Hmm… interesting development.
"No thanks, we're walking."
He looked up at the dark rain clouds coming in, a real Indiana rainstorm. Maybe she didn't want to ditch her friend?
He looked at her like she was a moron and stated the obvious,
"It's gonna pour."
She tilted her head towards her friend, "We're walking."
He shrugged and put his helmet back on. So it was the friend.
"You're funeral."
He drove off and smiled when he realized she probably would have gone with him if the friend hadn't been there. He chuckled to himself.
Unbelievable.