Chapter 2
After school I had a short meeting with the principal. It was the same old stuff. A quick introduction, and going over of the school rules. Afterwards, as I got into my car to drive home, my thoughts returned to Taylor. Again, I wondered what his story was. He seemed like a really nice guy, although a bit unscholarly. My cheeks blushed when I thought about him. There was something about him that was so hot; I could barely contain myself.
Taylor himself was what brought me from my thoughts. Before I had the chance to pull away from the school I noticed him standing outside, casually leaning against a door. His hip was jut out to the side, and his arms crossed his chest. I couldn’t read the look on his face.
I pulled my car up close to him, and leaned out the window. “You need a ride or something?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I suppose so,” he finally said.
“Well, what are you waiting for, hop in” I told him, excited I’d have another chance to talk to him, and get to know him better. I was amazed at my forwardness with him. I wasn’t usually like that with guys, but there was something that drew me toward. I just couldn’t help but flirt a bit.
“I don’t mean to trouble you at all,” he said getting into the passenger seat. “My parents took my car away for the week. A friend was supposed to give me a ride, but obviously he forgot.”
“Its no trouble at all. You’ll just have to help me out, I’m not familiar with the area yet” I explained to him. He nodded and spouted off some directions. He didn’t say much after that. “So, what did you do to get your car taken away?” I finally asked not knowing what else to say.
“Well, I came home after 3 a.m. Friday night…more than slightly intoxicated” he said honestly. “My parents weren’t so thrilled with that.”
“Oh” was all I could say, a feeling of dread washing over me. So, I had already established he wasn’t so scholarly. Now I find out his idea of fun on the weekends was getting trashed and coming home at all hours of the night. Was that was he was really like? What was I doing getting myself involved with him?
He sensed my uneasiness and changed the subject. “So, how do you like Tulsa so far?” he asked.
“It’s a very nice city” I told him. “We move a lot, so I try not to get attached to any one place, but I think I like it here already.”
That got the ball rolling on a conversation I was much more comfortable with. Before I knew it he was instructing me to turn down a street and pointing out his house. I pulled in to the driveway and stared wide-eyed at the gorgeous mansion in front of me.
Again he noticed my expression. “I have 6 brothers and sisters. You kind of need a big house for a clan like that” he explained.
“I see,” I said simply. Big family or not, it took a lot of money to afford a house like that.
“Well, thanks again for the ride Cindy. I’ll see you tomorrow” he said and quickly got out of the car shutting the door behind him. Then suddenly he leaned in the open window as if forgetting something. “Oh yeah, where do you live?” he asked.
“On 46th and Cottonwood” I told him. He gave me some quick directions that would lead me back to my neighborhood, thanked me one more time, and then turned and walked up to his house. I watched his every move, and then slowly backed out of the driveway. I wasn’t really sure what to think of my day.
