Pole Position (5 page)

Lance and I watched TV and ate pizza, I finally asked him about Carey
, “I won’t go out with you unless you two really are broke up, I don’t want to cause problems.  If you two are just taking a break or whatever...”

Lance leaned over and kissed me hard
then pulled me onto his lap.  He cupped my face in his hands and continued kissing me until both of us were breathing hard against each other.  “I’m not, (he took in another deep breath, then looked me in the eyes), dating her, we dated, she cheated on me, I ended it.” He said.  I smiled as my breathing returned to normal, I could feel his erection through his jeans pressing against my center, I climbed off his lap and sat beside him. 

“Okay, she just
...” I started to say.

Lance
groaned and threw his head back, “She’s psycho I think, she hasn’t accepted that I won’t take her back.  She thinks if she chases off any woman I talk to that she’ll stand a chance with me again.” He said then turned to look at me.  “Chass, I don’t want to take things too fast, I really like you so we can just take things slow okay?” he asked while running his thumb along my bottom lip. 

“We’ve only known each other a couple of days, so I’d say slow is good.” I told him
with a smile.  I curled up into his side as we watched TV, he would run his fingers through my hair and twirl it around his fingers.  I’m not sure when I fell asleep but the next morning I woke up in my bed, with a note laying on the night stand
“Thank you for the great evening, see you later today. L”.
I checked my cell phone to see that Asher had text me to let me know she was staying with Mitch, and I also had two missed calls from my mom and one from my Uncle John. 

I called Asher to see if we were going to get coffee before class, but she was running late as usual.  I called my Uncle
John, he was just wanting to make sure that I was, “Behaving, focusing on school, and ignoring all the boys” he said.  I laughed, “Yep, I’m being the perfect little angel as usual, well except these boys here are wayyy different than some of those Kansas boys.” I jokingly told him.

“Chass I swear I’ll have you enrolled in KU or KSU within twenty four hours if you start going all college girl crazy.  Why you couldn’t go to a college that was an hour from home is beyond me.  Four hours…is a bit much you know?” he said. 

“Uncle John, I’ll be fine I promise, I won’t go all college girl crazy.” I told him.  Mom beeped in so I hung up with my uncle;

“Yes mommy.
” I said as I stepped into the Starbucks. 

“Chass, you were supposed to call me when you got home last night.” She whined. 

“Mom seriously, I was exhausted and I had a friend over for pizza.”

“A friend
? Where was Asher?  Was it a GUY friend?” she was asking question after question. 

“Yes mom it was a guy FRIEND nothing more, just one of the guys off the football team, his name is Lance he is very nice and very polite.  I have a date with him Friday night.” I told her.  She started preaching to me about going out alone with a guy that I had just met and how she didn’t think
it was a good idea to go alone;

“Take Asher with you, I’d feel a lot better if she went.”

“Mom, seriously, I will be FINE.” I told her.  Asher beeped in just as mom started rambling on again, I finally hung up with her and had to call Asher back, she told me she was waiting in front of first hour for me. 

First hour flew by, with us taking notes for Speech Communications, as we walked out of the class to go to our second hour
. Asher was telling me all about her night with Mitch. 

“Chass, I swear he made LOVE to me, and kissed every single inch of my body.” She said with a sigh and a smile on her face. 

I shook my head, “Well, I’m glad, he uh, made you happy.” I told her.  I really wanted things to work out between her and Mitch.  They got along great and after some of the relationships Asher had been in she deserved a nice guy.

We walked in
to the building, as I was telling her that I talked to Lance last night and that we were still on for Friday night.  I looked over to see Jay leaning against the wall talking to a few other guys that I didn’t know, but recognized from the party we had been to.

“What were you saying?
Hello earth to Chass! Finish what you were saying.” Asher prodded. 

I shook my head “Oh just that he says Carey is psycho, she cheated on him blah blah blah.”

“Oh so she’s one of those
I still love you baby
type chic’s?” she said with a laugh.  We sat down at our desks, just as I pulled my laptop out Jay walked by and laid a piece of paper on my desk.  I opened it “
This is my phone number, text it
.” Was all it said with his phone number.  I shook my head, stuffed the paper in my back pack then opened my laptop.  Jay walked by my desk again and laid another small piece of paper on my laptop I opened it “
NOW!
” was what the note said.  I looked up to see if the professor was in the room yet, he wasn’t, so I pulled the paper out with Jay’s number on it then typed out a text;

*What do you want?*
~
*That’s a loaded question, so for starters put your phone on silent and 2nd who the fuck are you going out with Friday?*
he replied.  I shook my head and rolled my eyes,
*I’m not going to text you during class and I’m sure it’s none of your business who!*
I heard Jay let out a frustrated growl,
*Let me guess, Lance! So does his kiss turn you on as much as mine?*
I whipped around in my seat and glared at Jay, he didn’t smile he just looked at me waiting for my response,
*AGAIN, that’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!*
  I was getting annoyed by now, none the less where the hell was the professor?  He was now seven minutes late, I wonder if we could get by with being this late I thought to myself. 
*Answer me, or I swear to god I’ll fucking stand up and go all Tom Cruise in Top Gun and start singing “You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling”*
Once again I whipped around in my seat and glared at him to make sure he wasn’t standing up, he was sitting there giving me a crooked grin looking me right in the eyes.  I didn’t reply right away, the professor was now ten minutes late though and I was getting impatient. 
*I have my wing-man ready and waiting right beside me Chass, answer the question.*
I now had Asher’s attention from turning around twice in my seat, she leaned over grabbed my phone, read the text messages then looked at me with her eyebrows raised then turned and looked back at Jay that I’m guessing was smiling big at her. I yanked my phone out of her hands,
*Jay seriously why does it matter?  That was NOT even a kiss between us!  Now STOP texting me! Where’s the professor anyways?*
Then Asher text me
*U HAVE A SHIT TON OF EXPLNIN TO DO BITCH!*
I let out a frustrated sigh and looked over at Asher that was trying not to bust out laughing. 
*JAY? Who the FUCK is Jay? The professor is probably banging some chic he’ll come in with about twenty minutes left of class.*
I sent Asher a text,
*Not really, and didn’t his friend call him Jay in the hallway that night?* 
I replied to his text
* U R Jay!*
I heard him laugh then he cleared his throat,
*Ok for starters my name is NOT Jay, they call me J. Short for Jet.  2
nd
of all, baby when I kiss you trust me it’s going to be when you’re underneath me as I slowly worship your body until we are covered in sweat and you are crying out my name…just don’t call me JAY!*
I read his text and could feel myself blushing, I squirmed in my seat at the thought of his sweaty body covering mine.  Asher replied,
*Yeah Jay, is what the friend called him. Whts he txtn u tht has you blushing & all antsy in ur seat???*
Asher sent back.

Just as I was getting ready to reply the professor walked in with exactly
twenty minutes of class left. He assigned us some chapters to read with a report due the following day then dismissed us fifteen minutes early.  I shoved my laptop into my back pack and practically ran out of the room. 

Asher was right behind me laughing
, “Whoa whoa we have some time to TALK lady so spill the beans and let me see your phone, I have to read that conversation.” She told me then yanked my phone out of my grip.  She threw her head back and laughed, “Jet, J, is for JET.  Now what about that, (she cleared her throat), NOT kiss?” she asked as we started walking towards our next class. 

“Yeah what about that “Not..Kiss”
, Jet said with a laugh from beside me.   I rolled my eyes and walked faster, Asher had to almost run to keep up with me.

“Jesus, Chassis slow down, what is going on?” she asked and sounded concerned.  I looked back to see Jet standing there staring
at me with his hands tucked inside the front pockets of his blue jeans.  I turned back to Asher and gave her a replay of what happened the night before. 

“Asher, I don’t get it.  Lance is smoking hot, super sweet and wants to take things slow but when he kisses me I don’t feel anything.  Jet barely placed a kiss on my lips, my heart was beating so hard against my chest I’m pretty sure he could hear it, my body was just waiting for his next touch, it’s like a million volts of electricity slowly working their way through my body when he gets close to me.  Then when he text that about me being under him, (I sighed), I could actually picture myself being there and knew exactly what he was talking about.
  None the less Jet is sexy as sin” I told her.  

She threw her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into her side, “Fire and gasoline baby, that’s what you and Jet are.  There’s still something about him though that makes me nervous.  I don’t think he’s going to hurt you physically, but I’d keep my guard up around that heart of yours.  I have a feeling he’s either a player or will end up breaking your heart, just be careful.  Try to see how things go with Lance, if you don’t feel that spark, maybe you two will be better off as friends.  Just remember I’m here for you no matter what…Okay?”
she told me. 

I smiled over at her
, “Thank you, I just don’t want everything to get complicated, I don’t know either of them really.  I don’t want to be labeled a slut for having them both as friends.  I can’t believe his name is Jet and all along we thought it was Jay, that’s pretty bad.” I said with a laugh.

The rest of the day flew by, Jet didn’t text me anymore that afternoon, I was relieved because he honestly frustrated me.  At practice Lance would come over to me and ask if I was doing okay, and wanted to make sure that we were still on for Friday night.  He wanted to come over later but I told him I have two reports to write and that he did too, plus I still had to unpack some things.   It didn’t take long to do the essay and reports that were
due the following day. 

I unpacked the rest of my clothes, when I got to the last box I hesitated.  With shaky hands I opened it, insid
e was pictures of mom, dad and me.  My favorite was with me on dads shoulders mom was looking up at me smiling big and dad was looking at the camera with a big smile.  We were at a race track, during a drivers meeting when a local photographer took the picture. I pulled more pictures out of the box, and cried as I placed them on the shelf in my room.  Next I pulled out dads racing helmet, I ran my fingers over all of the writing and the stickers again then placed it on my desk beside the lamp and laptop.  I could still remember the night that dad never came home, I thought about how much harder it would have been had mom and I went to the races that night. I closed my eyes as I remembered all the times I helped dad on his race car, I always loved helping him bleed the breaks.  I laughed at the memory of dad putting me in the cock pit of the car, I would slide down in the seat, grip the steering wheel and wait for dad to tell me to “
Pump it
” then  I would feel the air release as the peddle softened up and went down more. I was the official mud scraper at the race track after hot laps, “
Be careful baby girl don’t burn yourself on the headers.
” Dad would tell me.  Every time my dad won a race he would make sure he told the crowd, “
I couldn’t do this if it wasn’t for my loving wife Alice, my brothers, and this beautiful little girl here she’s my official good luck charm
.” Then he would list off the sponsors that were on the car.  

My phone beeped with a text message, snapping me out of my trip down memory lane.  The text was from Asher saying that Saturday night there was a big back to school party at one of the clubs in town that we “have” to go to.  I sent her a smiley face and said okay. 

~~~~

The week flew by, between school and going to different practices for different sports teams at the school I was exhausted Friday after our last class was out.  Lance had told me he would be by around eight to pick me up for our date, so I decided when I got back to the dorm I was going to take a nap.  I set my alarm on my phone for six o’clock, that would give me two hours to sleep and two hours to get ready.  I curled up on my bed and fell asleep within minutes, two hours later my alarm
went off.  I got up and showered, trying to decide what to wear was horrible.  Lance didn’t tell me where we were going so I decided on my skinny leg jeans that Asher insisted I HAD to buy because they made my ass look “Hott” according to her.  I put on a strapless halter top, my black ballet flats then straitened my hair.