too careful. Plus, if you went missing between here and there, that will all be on me, and I don’t really want to be the one who lost Emily Cameron.”
She chuckled softly and glanced up at me shyly. “Give me your number, but you are totally being ridiculous and stop it with the Barbie name. I’m not eleven anymore.”
“No, Emily, you are definitely not eleven anymore.” With that slip of the tongue, I caught a slight blush creep across her cheeks as she looked away. Why the hell was I flirting so much with her? Clearing her throat, she pointed out that her parents’ house was coming up just ahead. Pulling up to the end of her driveway, I parked outside of a large gate. “Look, if I can’t see the house from here, how am I really supposed to know you got home okay?”
“Jeremy, really, it’s right there. Nothing is going to happen, but for the sake of making you happy, I’ll call you the minute I get inside.”
With that, I gave her my cell number as she plugged it into her phone. Emily grabbed her bag and moved to open the door, but turned around to face me before leaving. “It was nice meeting you, Jeremy. I really appreciate the drive home and thanks for lunch.”
“It was nice to meet you under different circumstances, Emily. I know Suzanne can be a bit much at times, but hopefully, we can all hang out again sometime soon.”
She opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car, leaning over before shutting the door and giving me a nice view of her great rack. I chuckled to myself because she clearly had no idea she was flashing me.
“I hope so, too. It was fun to be away from the rink for a while with new people.” She shut the door and quickly stepped through the gates and down the dimly lit driveway.
I wondered if she’d actually make good on my request for a phone call, so I waited it out for a few minutes. I mean, how long did it take for someone to walk the length of a driveway? If this were my house, I’d already be calling her. Clearly, we came from two completely different lifestyles, but somehow I had a feeling she was not all that happy living in hers.
About ten minutes later, my phone lit up next to me. Seriously, any longer and the neighborhood watch women would have been calling the police because I was sitting in my brother’s old Accord on the street.
“Hey, Barbie.”
“Stop calling me that! How did you know it was me calling?” she said quietly.
“Um, well, let’s see. The only person I’ve been waiting for a call from is you and considering I no longer see you walking down your driveway, I’d assume it was either you calling or my brother looking for his car. But, my brother comes up on my caller ID as “Shithead,” so it had to be you.”
She chuckled. “You are a strange one, Jeremy Page. Did you really wait out there this entire time?”
“I’m a man of my word. If anything were to happen to you on my watch, I’d be devastated. I’m glad you made it home all right, though. Call me if you are ever at the rink again. Maybe I can show you some new moves.”
“Only if you wear one of my frilly outfits and a whole lot of spandex,” she retorted with a flirty attitude in her voice,
“I look forward to your call, Emily. I’ll see you around.”
“Sure, Jeremy. Thanks again for the ride. Bye.”
With that, she hung up, and the line went dead. I turned on the engine and started to drive off when my brother called me.
“Dude, where the hell is my car? I’ve been waiting at Mom and Dad’s for thirty minutes now, and Courtney is driving me nuts with the Spice Girls movie!”
I knew exactly what movie Josh was talking about, and Courtney had it playing all day and night, but so long as I had my earplugs in at the house, it wasn’t so bad.
“I just left Emily’s house, and I’m on my way home now.”
“Please tell me you didn’t do anything in my car, Jeremy,” Josh said with a hint of curiosity.
“Dude, the girl is hot, but seriously,
She chuckled softly and glanced up at me shyly. “Give me your number, but you are totally being ridiculous and stop it with the Barbie name. I’m not eleven anymore.”
“No, Emily, you are definitely not eleven anymore.” With that slip of the tongue, I caught a slight blush creep across her cheeks as she looked away. Why the hell was I flirting so much with her? Clearing her throat, she pointed out that her parents’ house was coming up just ahead. Pulling up to the end of her driveway, I parked outside of a large gate. “Look, if I can’t see the house from here, how am I really supposed to know you got home okay?”
“Jeremy, really, it’s right there. Nothing is going to happen, but for the sake of making you happy, I’ll call you the minute I get inside.”
With that, I gave her my cell number as she plugged it into her phone. Emily grabbed her bag and moved to open the door, but turned around to face me before leaving. “It was nice meeting you, Jeremy. I really appreciate the drive home and thanks for lunch.”
“It was nice to meet you under different circumstances, Emily. I know Suzanne can be a bit much at times, but hopefully, we can all hang out again sometime soon.”
She opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car, leaning over before shutting the door and giving me a nice view of her great rack. I chuckled to myself because she clearly had no idea she was flashing me.
“I hope so, too. It was fun to be away from the rink for a while with new people.” She shut the door and quickly stepped through the gates and down the dimly lit driveway.
I wondered if she’d actually make good on my request for a phone call, so I waited it out for a few minutes. I mean, how long did it take for someone to walk the length of a driveway? If this were my house, I’d already be calling her. Clearly, we came from two completely different lifestyles, but somehow I had a feeling she was not all that happy living in hers.
About ten minutes later, my phone lit up next to me. Seriously, any longer and the neighborhood watch women would have been calling the police because I was sitting in my brother’s old Accord on the street.
“Hey, Barbie.”
“Stop calling me that! How did you know it was me calling?” she said quietly.
“Um, well, let’s see. The only person I’ve been waiting for a call from is you and considering I no longer see you walking down your driveway, I’d assume it was either you calling or my brother looking for his car. But, my brother comes up on my caller ID as “Shithead,” so it had to be you.”
She chuckled. “You are a strange one, Jeremy Page. Did you really wait out there this entire time?”
“I’m a man of my word. If anything were to happen to you on my watch, I’d be devastated. I’m glad you made it home all right, though. Call me if you are ever at the rink again. Maybe I can show you some new moves.”
“Only if you wear one of my frilly outfits and a whole lot of spandex,” she retorted with a flirty attitude in her voice,
“I look forward to your call, Emily. I’ll see you around.”
“Sure, Jeremy. Thanks again for the ride. Bye.”
With that, she hung up, and the line went dead. I turned on the engine and started to drive off when my brother called me.
“Dude, where the hell is my car? I’ve been waiting at Mom and Dad’s for thirty minutes now, and Courtney is driving me nuts with the Spice Girls movie!”
I knew exactly what movie Josh was talking about, and Courtney had it playing all day and night, but so long as I had my earplugs in at the house, it wasn’t so bad.
“I just left Emily’s house, and I’m on my way home now.”
“Please tell me you didn’t do anything in my car, Jeremy,” Josh said with a hint of curiosity.
“Dude, the girl is hot, but seriously,
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