“Maybe sniff it too,” Creep-O added on.
Oliver spun around to face me.
“No!” I told him before he even said anything.
“Come on. It’s just hair.”
“No! That’s fucking creepy.”
Movement caught our attention, and the three of us looked at the entrance of the parking lot where a police car pulled in, lighting a fire under all of us.
“Come on, Crash. Suck it up and take one for the team here,” Oliver pleaded, eyes wide with urgency.
“Ugh. Fine! But make it quick!” I turned my back on them.
“Alright, bro. Hurry up. You have ten seconds,” Oliver told him.
I crossed my arms over my chest and closed my eyes to prepare myself. After a moment, I felt his hand in my hair. He threaded his fingers into the locks at the scalp, dragging them through to the ends. He did it again, but the second time, I felt him lean in, and I heard his long, deep inhale as he smelled my hair.
I shivered in disgust.
“Alright, ten seconds are up,” Oliver said. “Can we get that ride now?”
I turned, expecting to find Creep-O grinning from ear to ear from getting his way, but that’s not what I saw when I looked at his face. I saw a look of desire, need, and arousal. His eyes had become hooded, and they darkened. His jaw was flexed, and his lips weren’t turned up. They were held in a straight line.
“Alright. Get it,” he said, turning for the driver’s side door.
I shivered again as Oliver led the way to the passenger side door.
“You owe me,” I mumbled.
He nodded. “Yeah, I do,” he agreed, opening the door.
I pushed the seat forward and bent down to climb inside, but Creep-O turned to look at me from over his shoulder. “Aw, you don’t want to sit by me?”
“No thanks,” I mumbled, plopping into the backseat.
Oliver pushed the seat back, and he climbed into the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.
Creep-O fired up the car and put it in drive, slowly steering around the lot until he was exiting. I found myself holding my breath until we made it safely down the road.
“My name is Marvin, by the way, but people call me Marv.”
“Nice to meet you, Marv,” Oliver said, not offering our names.
Marv didn’t seem to take it personally. He just shrugged and said, “So, where ya’ll going anyway?”
“To the nearest town or however far you want to take us,” Oliver answered.
“What are you doing all the way out here without a car?”
“We stayed at the campground with a couple of friends. We were ready to go, and they weren’t.” Oliver shrugged. “What about you? Were you out fishing or something?”
“No,” Marv blurted out. “Why?” he asked, all defensively.
Oliver looked over at him with a look of confusion. “You put a tackle box in the trunk of the car.”
“Oh, that.” He moved one hand to rub at his jaw. “Yeah, that wasn’t for fishing.” He shook his head.
