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Chapter 4

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Savannah sat in her tub, leaning back as she soaked up in the bubbles. This was definitely what she needed after the past week she'd had. She'd been at the school for a month now and things were not getting easier. The guys seemed to have gotten over the fact she was a girl, but now hated her because she was one of the best in the class. The only person who didn't hate her was Juice, and she was half sure that was only because he wanted to fuck her again.

Maybe he thought he'd have a chance if he played hero or was her only friend. It'd be his only opening, seeing as she really didn't have many other friends. It was just Skylar still, but as far as her parents knew she had all kinds of friends. She'd only been to that club a handful of times, only seeing Juice, Juan Carlos, there again one other time.

She was happy about that, she didn't want to see him anymore than she had to. She still wasn't sure what to call him. Juice, or Juan. Most people in class called him Juice except for the teacher, but she didn't want to be that close to him. That friendly.

The guy didn't know when to shut up. He'd go on and just ramble about whatever was going on in his head. The guy really didn't have a filter on his mouth. Made class interesting, especially when he seemed to forget she was a girl and talked to her like she was one of the guys.

It was nice, welcomed even. She was just hoping the others would warm up to her by the end of the semester. Come next semester there would be a new set of guys ready to hate her. If she could survive this hell, then she would definitely fit in perfectly at the garage with the boys back in Charming.

Hearing her phone ran, she reached over and answered it. "I half expected this number to be phony." A familiar voice said on the other end.

Sitting up quickly, she was surprised to hear the damn idiot's voice on the other end. Juice had asked for her number the other day, said it was in case something came up in class and one of them needed something. She knew it was more so he had her number and could call her whenever he wanted. She was tempted to give him a fake number, but decided against it last second. "Count yourself lucky then. Almost did. What do you want, Juan? I'm kind of in the middle of something." She said into the phone.

She could almost hear the grin on his face. She knew he was about to say something stupid from the sound of his chuckle. "You naked?"

A blush hit her cheeks, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was naked. Not that he hasn't already touched her, but that was over a month ago and in the past now. "That's none of your business. What do you want?" She asked, ignoring the chuckle she heard. He knew it meant he was right, but he wasn't going to push it.

"Well, now I'm sitting here picturing you naked. Fucking hell, Sav." He chuckled.

It was as if he was trying to make her beat red. She wasn't going to let him win, let him get the best of her. "Jerk off later, Ortiz. Why did you call me?" She asked again, just wanting to get this over with so she could get back to her bath.

Hearing him sigh, she knew he done fooling around. Whatever it was, was making him nervous, which then made him ramble and blurt things out he shouldn't. It was amazing what you could pick up about a person in just a few weeks. "Uh, you know, I misplaced some of my tools. Must have forgot them in class. Any chance you could stop by that old Mexican restaurant down the street from the school? I'll meet you at eight? Okay, bye." He instructed and hung up before she could protest.

Laying back, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. Who was he to think she'd just come because he asked? She wasn't his lap dog, and she had half a mind to just stand him up and let his ass fry with whatever he needed the tools for. As she sat there, the annoying feeling in her chest was getting to her. She knew the right thing to do was to help him out. It was just who she was to help, even if the selfish part of her wanted to laugh when he got ripped a new one in front of everyone.

Unfortunately, the good side of her won out and she'd rolled her eyes laying up. "Fucking Ortiz." She said, getting up out of the tub and grabbing her towel. She was so not in the mood now.

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A hour later, Skylar and Savannah walked into the small diner like Juan had instructed. She brought her neighbor along mostly because Juan's instructions were crap. She knew he said to come at eight, but she didn't feel like waiting that long and this was her doing a favor for him. So she sent him a text at the number he called her from and told him she was going there. Scanning the room, she couldn't see him yet. Getting themselves a table, the girls figured they'd make the most of it while they were here.

They were just ordering their food when Savannah's eyes caught sight of something. It was him. It was Juan. Only, he was cleaning up tables and wearing a similar uniform to the one their waitress was wearing. He worked here too. She wasn't sure what surprised her more, him working two jobs and going to school, or the fact he was actually wearing that ridiculous taco hat.

"Juan?" She asked out once he was close enough.

His head snapped up at the sound of his name. Only a handful of people actually called him that, and he'd know that voice anywhere. She'd come early. Fuck.

It didn't take much for her to connect the dots. This was why he'd asked her to come later, so she wouldn't see him working. She wouldn't be surprised if he did get out at eight. That plan was out the window though the second she walked in here.

He glanced around, checking to see if anyone was watching him, before heading over to the table. He couldn't believe she was here early. He didn't want her to see him like this. If she didn't already think he was a geek, she would now. This uniform was just embarrassing. He wouldn't be surprised if she started laughing at him. "What are you doing here? I told-I told you to come at eight." He said, his eyes narrowing on her.

Skylar shared a look with Savannah, knowing the guy in between them didn't even realize she was there. His eyes were on Savannah and her only. Savannah looked surprised because of his tone. He sounded annoyed and aggravated, the latter of the two being because she was there early and caught him working. "I didn't want to wait that long. Look, I have my tools in Sky's car. Just come outside with me and you can grab whatever you need." She explained, motioning to the door leading outside.

Glancing outside, he knew he couldn't. He still had a few minutes until his break and if he left, he'd be screwed with the boss lady. Shaking his head, Savannah wanted to groan. She didn't feel like being here any longer than she needed to be. "Break's in a half hour, can't leave before that. Just sit, relax, enjoy the food, princess. I'll come back when I got a chance to." He explained, giving her a teasing grin and a wink before he went back to work.

Savannah scoffed, crossing her arms as she watched him leave. She couldn't believe him right now. She was here as a favor to him, she didn't have time to just wait around. She had her own crap to do. Granted, it wasn't really important, but it was still something she'd rather be doing than just sitting here.

"Is that the guy in your mechanic's class? The one you're always talking about?" Skylar asked once he was far enough away.

Savannah choked on the sip of water she just took. That caught her off guard. Coughing on the water, it took her a minute to answer. "Uh, y-yeah. I guess it is. That's Juan Carlos, or well, he likes to call himself Juice. It's confusing, don't really know what to call him." She explained.

The way she was looking at her unsettled her a bit. Granted the first two weeks had been weird between them, but things had settled down and they both seemed to agree that it would be better if they never brought up the fact they fucked. "I'd like a slice of that juicy piece. How do you work with him every day and not want to jump him?" She asked, keeping her voice low on the off case he was near by and could accidentally hear her.

Savannah looked down, not wanting to meet her eyes. She hadn't told Skylar about that first night in New York and how she spent her time. If she was going to have one slut moment, that was it, and she didn't want Skylar to know about it. Of course, Skylar could read people really good and she knew what Savannah's guilty look was for. "Oh, my god. You have jumped him." She gasped, acting like she was offended. The blond leaned forward so she could whisper better. "How could you not tell me? Was he as good as he looks?" She went on, wanting all the details.

Savannah was sure her cheeks were a dark red now. She didn't want to give Skylar all these details, especially when the guy they were talking about was only a few feet away from them and could overhear. She could see Skylar wasn't going to just stop though. She was like a dog with a bone. "Yeah, I guess. It was before classes, night I got here. We haven't talked about it since. It's not happening again." She said, hoping she'd drop it there.

But of course, she didn't.

"That bad?" She asked.

Blushing hard now, Savannah really didn't want to talk about this. She didn't want to tell her friend she compared the guy to any other who tried to impress her now. Hell, that was just what she did with the other guy in the bar. She compared him to Juan, and it was obvious who won that fight. "Uh, it-it was fine. He knows what he's doing, if that's what you're fishing for." She whispered, really not wanting to be overheard saying that.

The last thing she needed was Juan over hearing her saying she thought he was a good fuck. It would just inflate his ego and go straight to his head, and that was the last thing she needed with class being tomorrow. She'd never live it down. Skylar just seemed to want all the details though. "So, are you two, like, a thing? Or is he fair game?" She asked, mostly just wanting to see where Savannah stood.

Savannah felt her chest tighten. Was Skylar interested in him? She had every right to be, he was hot and charming. He wasn't hers to stake a claim over, even if they did hook up. They barely talked now unless they had to. They weren't even friends, just partners. If Skylar wanted to take a go at him, she could. Even if a part of her didn't want her to. "Uh, no. No, we're not a thing or anything. Just partners." She said, refusing to make eye contact with the blonde across from her. "You, um, he's fair game, I guess." She went on, though Skylar could see right through her.

Skylar could see Savannah wasn't comfortable with the idea of her going after this guy. She might not know she likes him, but it was written all over her face. Skylar was curious how far she could push it until Savannah snapped. "Good to know." She smiled, glancing over her shoulder to the Puerto Rican working hard a few tables behind them.

The two sat in silence after that until the boy in question came over and motioned for Savannah to follow him. Excusing herself, she got up after Skylar gave her her keys and followed him out of the diner. She looked around, noticing that it was getting dark. Walking over to the right car, she popped the trunk. "Have at it, stud." She said, motioning to her tool box.

Rolling his eyes, he reached inside and started looking through her tool box. He wasn't going to admit he was impressed, she had some nice tools, and they were all in good shape. For a girl, she really was serious about this. He already knew that from watching her in class though. Savannah really wanted this, she was determined as hell and she wasn't going to let anyone, or thing, get in her way.

Grabbing the ones he needed, he stuffed them in his apron pocket and shut the trunk. He glanced over at her to see her watching him. He wasn't sure what to say. Thanks would work, he guessed. Looking at her, the words seemed to die in his throat. She was stand beside him, so close, but he didn't dare move. "If that's all you needed, I'm gonna go grab the check and get going." She said, grabbing the keys before walking back inside. She fought the urge to glance back, but she knew he was following her in.

She was about to sit back down when she tensed. His hand grazed her ass as he slipped by her. She knew it was no accident, he'd done it on purpose. The shit eating grin on his face said it all. He wasn't even trying to hide his stupid obnoxious smile. Rolling her eyes, she had half the mind to knock him down a few pegs and tell him off, but she wasn't going to let him under her skin enough to cause a scene.

Unfortunately, the incident didn't go unnoticed by Skylar, who just gave her a knowing look from across the table. Savannah tried to ignore the look, but she knew her blonde friend wasn't so convinced there was nothing going on. "Look, can we just finish, get the check, and go? I've got a paper I need to finish." Savannah said impatiently. She just wanted to get out of here and away from her annoying partner and her equally annoying friend's looks.

Skylar nodded, not going to argue with her about it. "I'll get the check, meet you at the car." She said, giving her a small smile as she motioned her to go.

Savannah hesitated before nodding, getting up and making her way out of the diner. Biting her lip, Skylar waited until she outside before turning to the busboy. She knew her friend was gonna need a push, and she knew just the way to push her. Getting up, she headed over and cleared her throat.

Looking up, she could see the disappointment flash in his eyes. He was expecting someone else, someone, she guessed, shorter and more brunette. "She wants you. Better get a piece before someone else does." She said, giving him a quick wink before grabbing her purse and following Savannah out. Juice straightened up, looking at her retreating form surprised. He glanced outside to see the two girls talking before chuckling, shaking his head before returning to his work.

This girl was definitely going to make his life interesting.