Wayward Son (Jensen Family #3) (5 page)

“You are the only one who can save your place as Captain, if I turn out
to be better than you,
that position will be mine. As
for Angel, she doesn’t like me, she has made that abundantly clear, doesn’t
mean I’m not going to try, you don’t own her
.
”

“You’re messing with the wrong person.” Quinn scowled.

Gavin returned the scowl
.
“Don’t think
for one
second that you scare me Quinn, I could drop
you in a heartbeat
.
”

“Oh I would like to see you try
.
” Quinn stepped back and beckoned for Gavin to come closer, Gavin went to
step forward then saw the coach approaching and thought better of it, instead,
he st
ashed his bag in one of the lockers and waited
for instructions, never once taking his eyes off Quinn.

Having proved himself a more than adequate player, Gavin was given a
place on the team
and
, after grabbing a quick shower, Gavin and Quinn headed back to
their respective form rooms for the day’s final lecture.

“Quinn is a complete douche
.
” Gavin said
leaning on Angel’s table.

“You don’t know him, that’s really unfair, he’s been nothing but nice
about you
,
” she hissed.

“He’s playing you,”
he replied
.
“You’
re just
too blinkered to see it
.
”

“OK
, Mr Perfect, whatever you say,”
she waved him away
.
“Jerk
,
” she muttered when he had gone to his
seat.

The final bell rang and students began to leave. Gavin was following
Kiera and Angel from the room and out of the c
ollege
when Quinn and a few of his friends joined them. As Quinn draped his arm around
Angel, Kiera fell back to walk with him.

“So Gavin,” Quinn called over his shoulder
.
“Do you drive?”

“Yeah
.
”

“What do you drive?”

“A Toyota
.
” Gavin replied,
hoping they
had perhaps found some common ground
.
“How about you?”

“I’ve just taken delivery of a Range Rover Sport
.
” Quinn answered as they neared the car
park.

“Sweet
.
” Gavin
answered.

“There’s my baby
.
” Quinn spoke,
strolling over to a white Range Rover Sport which
was
parked in the middle of two spaces, resplendent on its gold rims.

“Holy shit
,
” Gavin
whispered to Kiera, “He seriously thinks that looks good?”

“Yep
.
”

“Oh dear, want to watch me rain on his parade?” Gavin winked.

“Yes please
.
” Kiera nodded,
she took G
avin’s hand when he offered it.

“Not bad Quinn,”
Gavin said, he ran his free hand down
the side of the vehicle noticing the glitter flake in the white paint as he did
.
“Sweet paint, guess it changes colour 
in different light?”

“Absolutely, she goes an awe
some shade of pale
purple then sort of fades into green then back to white
.
”

“Uhuh,” Gavin nodded “personally think black rims would look better
.
”

“No, I want her to stand out
.
”

“She certainly does that
.
” Gavin agreed
squeezing Kiera’s hand when she giggle
d and stifled a
snort. She composed herself when she caught Angel glaring at her for mocking
her boyfriend.

“I’ll give you a race sometime
.
” Gavin offered.

Quinn laughed
.
“My car against
a Toyota, you have to be kidding
.
”

“Come with me
,
” Gavin beckoned
and
headed for the far end of the car park. Situated
behind yet another Range Rover was Gavin’s car, “I think I would be able to
give you a run for your money
.
” Gavin told him.

“Nice car
,
” Angel and
Kiera spoke at the same time, Angel unable to help herself a
s she looked around the Range Rover and saw the black
Toyota Supra.

“It’s a little old isn’t it?” Quinn scoffed.

“Yeah,” Gavin agreed
.
“But it has a
three litre turbo under the bonnet, custom paint and interior, kick ass
stereo.....
,
” he stopped.

Angel con
tinued
.
“Vented disc brakes all round, intake
manifold to cool the brakes and I’m guessing a minimum of three hundred and
fifty break horse?” she finished.

“You know your cars
,
” Gavin nodded.

“Grew up around them, that really is a beauty
.
”

“Thanks
.
”

“I’m
not overly keen on Jap imports
.
” Quinn cut in, annoyed by Angel’s
admiration of the Toyota, she hadn’t even commented on his Range Rover.

“Import or not, it has far more class than yours
.
” Gavin answered.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Range Rover is true blue clas
s
.
”

“My Supra would piss all over it and you know it
.
”

“Black on black?” Angel cut in, referring to the paint.

“Yes
.
”

“The mirrored glass is a bit tacky
,
” she added.

“I know but that’s exactly why I like it
,
” he grinned opening the driver’s door
to reveal
the black leather interior, piped in red
and white racing dials.

“There’s more to you than meets the eye
.
” Quinn spoke, arms folded across his
chest.

Gavin frowned
.
“What do you
mean?”

“The way you dress is at odds with the watch you wear and the car you d
rive
.
” Quinn replied
.
“You are either only mildly wealthy and
playing at being stupidly rich or you are in fact stupidly rich and are playing
it down, either way it doesn’t add up
.
”

Gavin sat in the driver’s seat and looked up at Quinn
.
“I could just be lu
cky
,
either way it’s
none of your business
,
” he answered,
and then continued
.
“I’d love to
stay here and let you pick me apart but I have a job to get to. I’ll call you
late
r Kiera, see you guys tomorrow,”
he closed the door and started the engine, letting
it idle while he opened his window and plugged his MP3
player into the cars stereo, easing the car from its parking place to the
sounds of Metallica’s Enter Sandman, he slowed to walking pace as he reached
Kiera
.
“You ok getting
home?” he asked.

“Yeah, Qu
inn drops me off
.” She answered, “t
hat really is a cool car
.
”

Gavin grinned up at her
.
“I’ll take you
home tomorrow, speak to you later
.
”

Kiera climbed into the back of Quinn’s car, he turned to look at her.

“Not so much of a gentleman after all then if he
isn’t taking you home
.
”

.“You heard him, he has to go to work
.
” Kiera answered
.
“I wonder what he does
,
” she mused.

Angel laughed
.
“Seriously
Kiera, you ask the guy out then don’t even bother to ask what he does to make
money
.
”

“To be honest, I didn’t rea
lly get past
checking out his arse long enough to even consider finding out anything else
about him
,
” she grinned.

“You need to stop thinking with your crotch
,
” Angel tutted.

“I’m obviously dating the wrong girl
,
” Quinn muttered.

“That can soon be remedied
,
” Angel warned.

“Just mucking around babe, you know I wouldn’t swap you for anyone
,
” he covered, “Gavin does have a hidden
agenda though, why cover up your fortune?”

“Perhaps it’s like he said and he’s just lucky, can’t you just take him
at face value unt
il he’s comfortable enough around us
to open up a bit?” Angel asked.

“I suppose so
,
” he sighed.

Gavin did his shift as life guard at the nearby private health club then
returned home. Leaving his car in the driveway, he let himself into the house
then head
ed for the kitchen.

“Hi, smells good
,
” he greeted his
step mother.

Suzanne Jensen turned from the cooker to talk to her step son
.
“Hi, how did you get on at school and
work?”

“Ok,” he nodded
.
“At least
that’s the first day out of the way and I hopefully wo
n’t
be the centre of attention anymore
,
” he grabbed a soft drink from fridge
.
“Is Dad home?”

“He will be soon; dinner will be about 20 minutes
.
”