We get in the car. Trystan checks his phone, and then his hair.
"Come on," I say impatiently. "Let's go."
"So you ARE in a hurry."
"I just told you I was."
"Okay." He starts the car and takes off so fast my seatbelt tightens, digging into my chest.
"Slow down!" I yell at him as he takes the corner so fast the tires squeal.
He laughs. "You said you're in a hurry."
"Not THAT much of a hurry."
"Why do you need so much time? Does Jackson take forever to get it up?"
"No! And stop talking about that. That's not why I'm hurrying."
"Yeah, it is," he says, smiling at me. "You do this every day. Run down there as soon as you get home. Are you that horny?"
I feel my face heating up and turn away from him. "Just drive. Stop talking."
"What's the deal with the uniform? Is that his thing? Girls in school uniforms?"
"What part of stop talking do you not understand?"
He laughs. "I love giving you shit. So what's the plan for tonight? Am I giving you a ride to the game?"
"No. Alyssa's coming over. We're having pizza and then she'll take me to the game."
"I still don't get this thing with you and Alyssa. No offense but I don't see you two being friends."
"Why not?"
"She's obsessed with getting good grades. Teacher's pet. Cheerleader. Doesn't sound like someone you'd want to hang out with."
"She's okay. She's better than Peyton. And it's not like we're best friends. We're just going to the game together."
"She's hooking up with Kade after the game. How are you getting home?"
"Getting a ride from my favorite cousin?" I say with a smile.
"Can't. I'm going out to eat with the guys."
"You can't drop me off?"
"Car is full. They're riding with me to the restaurant."
"Maybe your dad will come get me."
"Doubt it. He's stressed, and when he's stressed he calls up Ana."
"For sex?" I say, rolling my eyes.
"They'll be going in his room." He glances at me. "The one I showed you."
"Okay, I don't need to know."
