(A/N) Well chapter two. I'm so tired.
"So, you are the Delaware driver?" Taylor looked at the book at hand rather than the driver in the driver seat.
She really didnt care who was the driver. Just getting home was her goal.
"Uhh... yea.. yea. Um, you can put ur bag in the back. The trunk, I.. I.. mean."
Taylor noticed that he seemed a little nervous. 'What is his problem?'
Closing the book and holding it at her side, she walked around to the trunk of the car -a brown, rusted, cadillac.
Analyzing every inch of it.
Honestly it looks like it could use a fix... on everything.
Taylor unlatched the trunk only to find it full with what seemed like every item in an average person's apartment, childhood bedroom, and their cousin's house.
"Um, so where do I put it again? Its kind of full back here. Agitation and tiredness from no sleep made her kind of sarcastic. And she noticed it herself. But hey, she was too agitated and tired to change it.
He got out of the car, with a little struggle getting the door open, and tried to move stuff around in the trunk.
Without even taking a glance at him still, she took a bag out and set it on the ground to help him with it clearing it out.
"There just set it in. And close the trunk softly, otherwise... something else might break. Its cold so I'm going back in the car."
He smiled at her, but yet she still didnt want to see his face. And did not look up. Only down.
She complied with closing the trunk softly and exchanged the book for her phone in her purse. Taking one last look at the back of the car, she noticed no license plate.
She went around to the passenger side and tugged at the handle latch with no luck in opening the door and rolled her eyes.
'Great the door wont open and the car is full of junk. This car is crap and he doesnt even have a license plate. Could my day get any worse.'
"Oh, oh" He broke in, in the middle of her thought, "Here lemme get that for you. The door... along with all the others are kind of stubborn. Sorry."
The door finally opened.
"Its fine." She got in the car and finally looked at him.
Those eyes... blue. Piercing blue. Remarkable. Like... nothing she had ever seen. It almost took her breath away. And the brown hair to hi-light it... the white snow behind him even brings them out more...
"Hello?" He waved a hand in front of her face.
Unknowingly, she let out a breath that she was holding in but had yet to look away from his eyes.
"I'm, uh sorry. I didnt mean to stare like that."
"Its fine" He smirked.
"Well... we're off then good bye school, Home-Sweet-Delaware we come right?"
"Sure," she said turned toward the passenger window. Mouth still wide open.
Little did they know that the bag Taylor had set down... was still out there. And they drove off... leaving it.
XOXOXO
"So, when are you gettin home to Florida? Must be awesome because of the heat right?"
He was annoyed. He wanted her to talk to him not whoever she was talking to. He looked over a couple of times with a glare sayin that she needed to get off the phone.
She had been on for over an hour. And it had annoyed him.
And she had noticed his angry nosiness.
"Gabby, uhm hold on." She looked at him. "Whats wrong?"
"Yeah, you are supposed to be talking with me. I mean we split the job. 50/50 I drive, you make conversation with me. Is that so hard?!"
She was a bit surprised at his insolence.
"Gabby I uh have to go, I need to help the driver with the map reading k? Call me when you get home, and let me talk to Auntie Lareina. Okay! See ya!"
She hung up the phone and turned to him. "Okay you've succeeded in getting me off the phone. And since you want to conversate, then let's."
Silence fell and he glanced at her a couple of times while she just looked out the window.
"Well, you have officially succeeded in making me bored also." She mumbled.
"Oh I am so sorry for offering you a drive when all you can do is be a jerk."
She felt a little guilty, afterall, he was generous enough to drive and deal with her with her stubborn annoyance.
"Your right I'm...I'm sorry. I was being a jerk and..." She faded away not knowing what she could say next. "Uhm... Okay. Where did you go to school at in Delaware?"
"St. Ficus." A plain answer.
"Mhm... and where is that at? The last time I-"
"Oh so suddenly you're familiar with every school in Delaware?" Still a little angry.
"Yeah pretty much" She defended.
"Mhm.." He turned his head to the other window.
"Ugh, first of all.. what's your name?"
"How do you not know me? We have a class together..."
Taylor gave him a I-dont-know-what-you're-talking-about-so-keep-explaining-please look.
He sighed and continued. "Hence the something about we are going study when we came back was the astronomical structures... above. OOOH!"
"Oh..." The heat rushed to her cheeks almost immediately after that. She truly felt bad.
"Yea..."
"And its Troy, by the way."
"Ah... Troy...?"
"Bolton. Troy Bolton."
"Is there something wrong?"
"Uh... no" Ugh the second time I've stared. Lord, somethings wrong.
She slapped her hand across her face and dragged it down to relieve her mind of the sickening, almost wanting feeling she had.
She just got to know this guy. BARELY and yet... she thought... she was falling for him. She needed to break away... if only for a minute, she still needed to do it.
"Uhm, can you take me to.. a gas station? I... have to go."
"Sure...But I dont know when the next one will come."
She nodded and thought about getting home. Thats all she wanted to do. Not fall in love. Especially not with this weirdo.
(A/N) So... please review. And... ima get some sleep. ZzZzZz