“I see you. Come get in the truck.”
“There are cars behind you.” She starts a slow jog while holding her backpack straps near her shoulders, squeezing her tits together with her forearms.
“They can wait.” A horn honks, but I still don’t move.
“Oh jeez.” She throws herself into the truck, and I pull away from the curb as soon as she gets the door closed.
“Seatbelt,” I tell her as she leans to the side and tries to pry her backpack off.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t need to come.” She sighs and lets her head fall back against the headrest for just a moment, then reaches for the shoulder belt.
“Apparently, I did. Why was he following you?”
“I don’t think he was really following me like that, I think he just wanted to ask me something, but I left before he could, so he came back over.”
“You sounded scared,” I remind her.
“It was… I wasn’t scared. I just didn’t want to be rude. I could tell he was… I don’t know, interested?” She looks out the side window so I can’t see her face. “Sorry if I made you worry or think it was worse than it was.”
I pull the truck into her driveway and put it in park when we’re near the backdoor. She plucks two earbuds from her ears and shoves them in one of the pockets of her bag. I didn’t even realize she wasn’t carrying a phone. Mine is still on the seat next to me, where I dropped it when I saw her coming.
“Stop telling me you’re sorry. Whatever it was, clearly, it made you uncomfortable, and you don’t need to apologize for that. He should have left you alone.”
“Well, thank you for talking to me and the ride.” She reaches for the door handle. “Do you want to come in?”
“Yes, but only if you’re okay with it.” If she tells me to leave, I’ll probably sit at the end of her street anyway.
“I’m okay with it. I’d appreciate the company.”
She’s already out of the cab when I turn off the truck and follow her to the door. She looks over her shoulder toward the street as if she’s looking for something—probably the guy who didn’t take the hint the first time she tried to blow him off.
When we slip inside, she disarms the alarm, then sets her backpack on the counter. It’s still unzipped from her grabbing her keys, so her purse is almost falling out, but she doesn’t seem to notice. “If you’ll excuse me for a minute, you can make yourself at home. There are refreshments in the fridge.” Her formal word choice is further proof she’s not as okay as she would have me believe, but I don’t push her on it yet. I’m relieved she reached out to me, even if I was the one to text her first.
I send a message to Oswald. He’s at practice, but he will check his phone before he showers.
Me:Some dude was harassing our girl today. I have her now, but I think he’s in one of her classes. Might need to make it known she’s off-limits.
When Waylynn returns, she seems a little more relaxed, but she’s averting her gaze from me, which I don’t like.
“Are you hungry? I have all those leftovers. I promised Oswald I’d save him some,” she rambles.
“I had lunch, I’m good.”
She closes the fridge. “Me too. Want me to turn on the TV?” she offers after spinning around. Instead of answering, I walk past the island, and she backs up until her butt hits the counter behind her, but I still crowd into her space.
“Do you want to watch TV?”
“If you do,” she tells me softly.
“What do you usually do when you get home?”
“Hang out in my room and do homework.”
“Then let’s go.” I tip my head to the side, inviting her to lead the way, but I don’t back up, so she has to brush up against me when she steps away from the counter.
My eyes drop to her round ass as she walks ahead of me. Being here alone with her is a bit more challenging than I thought it would be, but only because I was kidding myself when I thought I could be around her and not want to kiss her.
“I forgot my bag downstairs. You can pick the movie.” She extends the remote to me and darts out of her room.
