Grace
Cool. Drive safe.
I put my phone away and then put on my seat belt. Leaving the parking lot, I smile when I see that overnight the city put up Halloween decorations on the light poles.
“About time, considering it’s already October,” I mutter to myself.
Fall holds a special place in my heart, but at the same time, I hate it because it means that winter is right around the corner. While I love winter in the beginning, by February, I’m over it and ready for spring.
I wonder if I could convince Kellan to go do a haunted house with me…
Thinking of Kellan makes me smile. I am so completely obsessed with him. Everything about being with him feels easy even though it’s not. It doesn’t feel like it’s a chore spending time with him like it has in the past with some of my exes.
He looks at me differently than my exes did and gets me off when they couldn’t.
I can’t help but chuckle as the thought crosses my mind. We’ve only had sex once, but it was…amazing. It felt right. I can’t wait for his fingers to dig into my hips again or to feel his skin on mine. We just need everyone to leave us alone so we can make it happen.
When neither of us is busy with classes, hockey, or work, it seems like one of our friends is always around. Either that or one of our roommates doesn’t get the hint to give us some privacy.
Just the other day, Kellan asked his roommate if he minded giving us the room for an hour, and the guy looked at Kellan and flat-out told him no. The guy claimed he had a gaming tournament that he couldn’t miss. The guy is so obsessed with video games I don’t even know why he’s at school. Surely his time would be better spent creating a gaming channel.
Even with our lack of making the magic happen, I’m happy. So fucking happy. I want to tell someone about it. I miss having a friend that I could spill all the dirty details of my relationship to. Sure, I could tell Peyton, but if I tell her, then Grace would most likely find out. Grace knowing I slept with Kellan would be weird, right? Maybe? I don’t know.
My mind is going a thousand miles a minute, and when I hear a loud pop and the steering wheel jerks, I jump.
“Shit!” I yell as I check my mirrors, making sure I can get over.
Once safely on the side of the road and the car is in park, I rub my chest. “This is why you don’t drive while distracted, Cora,” I mutter to myself.
Quickly, I turn on my hazard lights and then check the mirrors. When I see that the lane is clear, I get out. Rounding the car, I see that I have a flat back passenger side tire.
“Well, at least it wasn’t on the driver’s side closest to the road.”
Sighing, I go to the passenger door and open it. I lean across the center console and hit the button to pop the trunk. After manhandling the spare tire out of its hole, I grab the shitty jack that comes with all cars and set it on the ground.
Now all I need to do is change it and then go pick Grace up. I check my watch and cringe. I’m already late, and there’s no way I will make it to her in time.
Dammit, the one time Clay lends me the car to pick up Grace because he can’t, and I mess it up.
What to do. What to do.
Fuck it.
I go back to the front passenger seat and grab my phone out of my purse. I find the number I want and press Call.
“Pick up. Pick up,” I mumble to myself.
“Hey, beautiful, what’s up?” Kellan asks.
“Hey, are you busy?”
“No…what’s wrong?”
“I need a favor.”
“Name it,” he says with zero hesitation.
“I was supposed to pick up Grace, but I can’t. I got a flat tire, and by the time I change it I’m going to be super late.”
