After they finished eating, Jon took her home. Instantly, they both realized it was a bad idea. His car was loud, hummed with a mean growl as he pulled down her quiet street. People came to their windows and looked out to see what the noise was.

"Are people always this nosey?" Jon sighed.

She nodded, "Pretty much."

"One good thing about living in a trailer park is there's no one really nosey and all in your shit." He mumbled, "Thank God."
"Thank you for bringing me home." She unbuckled her seat-belt.
"You're welcome." He shrugged.
"Are you going to the lookout tomorrow?" She eyed him; the lookout was an annual gathering of their high-school graduating class.

His trademark smirk came back, "Do I need to?" He asked as he leaned against the steering wheel.

"Yeah." She nodded and bit her bottom lip.
"I'll see what I can do." He nodded and pushed his hat further back on his head; the bill of his hat hid his curls at the back of his neck.
"Cool," She smiled and opened the door to get out, "Night, Jon."
"Night." He watched her crawl out the passenger side of his car and walk up the walkway to her house.

As soon as Delia got inside of the doors, her dad was hounding her about hanging out with the town "riff raffs." She sighed and looked over to her mom who was giving her husband a heated glare. It disgusted her that he was so judging against someone whom he hadn't even met. She took his verbal abuse for everything but hanging out with someone she liked wasn't something she would sit and take.

"What do you think you're doing coming home this late at night in a car like that?" Her dad shouted.

"Dad, he was nice enough to bring me home since Angela had been drinking." Delia lied.

"HE?!" He hit the fan, "Delia you KNOW you are not allowed to be in the car with another boy."

"Ivan, calm down." Her mother pleaded, "She's safe and at home. That's all we need to worry about now. Delia is a very smart girl who we know we can trust that she didn't do anything she wasn't supposed to, isn't that right Delia?"

"Exactly mom." Delia rolled her eyes.

"I don't care; you can't trust teenaged girls around guys with those muscle cars like that. No child of mine will be seen in something asinine as that…that car." He spat.

"Will you leave his car alone?" Delia defended him, "It was literally nothing more than him bringing me home! I could've stayed out all night or worse!"

"Worse than being brought home in our quiet neighborhood in a loud car like that?! Delia, those people have no regards for other humans. They are all worthless, lowlife even. You are better than that."

"Dad, please just let me go to bed." Delia whispered as she looked at her feet.

"You're dismissed." He sighed, watching as she quickly bounded up the stairs.

She lay wide-eyed for a few hours after the small meet with her dad. She should have known he was going to be that way. Jon was in a way different from the other guys. Sure, he flirted but she matched his pace. He was immediately trying to get into her pants even though he hinted towards it. She didn't feel threatened around him, if anything she felt comfortable. It scared her having only really talked to him only one day and felt so serene around him. She didn't understand it, it was scary.

Delia had been silently crushing on him ever since middle school and it only grew bigger. She wasn't obsessed- far from it. She always thought there was something wrong with him. He barely had any friends; the ones he did have were the dubbed "outcasts" of the town but she noticed he was close to them. When she was at school and saw them in passing, he always had a smile on his face. Any other time he looked like he would rip your throat out. Delia for the longest time was scared of him until she started seeing the attractive teenaged boy come out in him. He had cut his long hair that he normally wore back in a bun; it hung freely almost down to his neck and curled up at the ends. His appearance had changed in the last few months.
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Jon flopped down on the couch of the trailer and watched as Scotty moved from the kitchen and joined him on the other end of the couch. The long haired boy looked over at him with a knowing smirk and punched his thigh.

"You fucked the preacher's kid, didn't you?" Scotty's goofy laugh made an appearance.

"No." Jon shook his head and let out a soft laugh, "No. We just went out to eat."

"More like you went out to eat and she enjoyed the ride." Scotty shoved at his arm.

"I'm telling you man," Jon laughed, "I didn't fuck her."

"Then what are you all smiley about?" Scotty eyed him suspiciously, "Don't tell me she's got you acceptin' the LAWD JESUS CHRIST!"

"No," Jon sighed and leaned back into the couch, "It's not like that. We're just friends."

"I know that look, Mox." Scotty sighed and leaned back into the soft cushions himself, "Trust me, I've known you for how long? I know you like the back of my hand. You tried fucking her, didn't you?"

"Why are you so interested in who I am or am not fucking?" Jon shot him a glare; he was starting to get annoyed at Scotty's tone of conversation.

"I'm not! I was just kidding." Scotty defended himself, "Maybe you should go get laid. Jesus Christ."

Jon sighed and pulled himself up from the couch, making his way down the long hall-way to his bedroom where he shut the door. He stripped down to his boxers and turned the air-conditioner on. Crashing down on to his bed, he let out a soft sigh as the room started to cool down. Delia was on his mind heavily; she was going to break and he was going to make sure it was him doing the molding. He was intrigued by her; it wasn't a lie when he said it but it did freak him out a little that he was so interested in her after only a day of real conversations.

Delia hopped up onto the black crate, crossing her legs underneath her as she watched Jon move underneath the hood of her car.

"I told you that you didn't need to be here." Jon grumbled as he pulled the engine out of her car.

She shrugged, "I had nothing better to do."

"Right," He smirked, "So you chose to aggravate me all day, right?"

He looked up to see her expression had changed into something solemn, "Delia, I was just kidding." He said as he stood up. "What's wrong?"

She pursed her lips and inhaled a deep breath before huffing it out, "Do you ever get tired of judgmental people?"

"Sometimes." He shrugged, "What brought this up?"

"Nothing," She quickly shook her head.

"Let me guess," He leaned his hip up against the crate she was sitting on, "Daddy got upset because I brought his precious princess home."

"A little." She nodded.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear before trailing his finger down to her chin.

She shook her head slightly, "Don't be sorry. He's so…anal sometimes."

"Anal?" he laughed at his choice of words, "I don't think I'd ever use that word to describe a priest."

"Preacher." She corrected.

"Whatever," He sighed, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." She nodded, avoiding his blue eyes.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that." He smirked.

"No." She shook her head.

"Why?"

"They are too pretty." She laughed.

He sighed and tilted her head back, "You're so hardheaded."

"Why are you doing this to me?" She smirked.

"I'm not doing anything." He grinned; she watched his lips spread.

"Liar." She sighed and handed him a wrench, "My car isn't going to get fixed with you trying to tease me."

"I'm not teasing. If there's anything you want from me," He smirked and stood back, "I'm standing right here."

She handed him the wrench, "I want you to fix my car."

"You don't go with anything, do you?" He sighed and snatched the wrench from her hand playfully.

She laughed and leaned back against the wall, "I'm getting all my pleasure by watching you work for me."

"I'm working for your daddy's money," He laughed, "You're just an added bonus."

"So now I'm bonus material?" She smirked.

"Something purty to look at." He chuckled as he pulled the broken part off a little too rough; half of the filter came off with it, "Uh…"

"Jon!" She gasped as she looked at half the metal part in his hand, "That's more than the valve!"

"Yeah," He silently cursed himself, "Fuck."

"Now what are you going to do?"

"Um.." He looked around at his tools only to find nothing that would help him. He looked up at her with a cheeky smile; his dimples showed. "…order another part."

"Jon," She laughed at the look on his face as she held her sides, "I can't believe you just did that."

He let the broken valve and half of the filter fall to the concrete floor in a helpless effort. "I can't believe I just did that."

"That's what flirting gets you." She smirked.

"Yeah, but you liked it." He shrugged.

"Who says?" She watched him as he walked to stand in between her legs with a smile on her face.

"I say." He whispered, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, "You smell good."

"I've been sweating." She chuckled.

He let out a soft growl, "Even better."

"Jon," She whispered as she slowly slid further against him; his lips traced feather-soft over her collarbone.

He smiled and pulled back, "Virgins get wet so easy."

"You're an asshole." She shoved at his chest with a grin and hopped down from the crate, "Fix my car, bitch."

The garage erupted in "OOOOH's!" and "DAAAMMMNN's!" as she walked out. He didn't know why nor how it had happened in two days, but he was hooked.

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