4. Y*u Drive Like Shit

Helen rushed out to the parking lot, it was two hours after dismissal and she had been in the library. Having a spoilt mood since morning did not make anything better so instead of watching Deborah flirt with guys or Christina run miles, she decided to stay where she found solace.

She bit her lips, remembering how mean she was to Stephen. He was the author of the insult and embarrassment she received from Hilda but he was only trying to help. What she did in return was to spit her ungratefulness to his face.

Quite alright, they were not total fans of the players but he did not deserve her attitude and if she was observant enough and not consumed by emotions, she would have realized that the bad boy barely talked to anyone. He talked to her which counted as something. It was ironic how he had girls running after him maybe it was because of his aura that had a gorgeous and domineering appeal. She sighed as her eyes searched around; not even a cab, giving up, she trekked down and a car honked behind her.

In the movies, anyone would have expected it to be the bad boy again, coming to her rescue after she rejected him; but it was and he drove past her.

Okay, I deserved that.

She got that one coming, she sighed as another stopped and honked.

'You know if you still want your gorgeous legs intact, you should think of using the pedestrian lane.'

'I would've thought of that if I wasn't so tired. Remind me how you got your driver's license? Cause you drive like shit.'

He grinned.

'What a nice compliment, I own this school remember? I get to drive the way I choose.'

Helen rolled her eyes.

'Hop in.' He waved her in but she blandly stared at him.

'I could be your older brother.'

'Excuse me, we're classmates.'

'You're tryna say it's not possible?'

'Yes.'

'I'm saying that my reason's totally platonic.'

'I should be insulted by that.' She chuckled and entered.

'Gorgeous girls making it hard for guys to breathe. Gorgeous girls making it hard for guys to do things with their wits. Gorgeous girls misunderstanding everything they do.' He smirked.

'I think y'all got sweet tongues.'

He raised a brow.

'But yours got soured with your arrogance.'

He dramatically placed his hands on his chest, leaving the steering. She screamed.

'Look! God save me so I don't die before my time and I promise never to enter his car again.'

That had him bursting into laughter.

'So dramatic.'

'How can you perfectly describe yourself?'

'You know, you're not like they term you.'

'And what do they term me?' She arched a brow.

'Mean, reserved, a long list of blah blah blah.'

'Oh, I am.' She replied.

'I just decide when to be.'

'I like.' He grinned.

'But my guy likes better.'

He winked and Helen coughed, looking out the window like she did not just hear him.

'Do you guys always move together?' She asked, not comfortable with the silence since Kingsley was not a quiet person.

'Most times, why?'

'Because Miracle is right behind us and he isn't driving any better than you.'

'I noticed; both of them aren't in the best of moods. After your burst out on Stephen, and Miracle?' He mumbled and remained quiet, deciding to shrugged it off.

'But we're going riding that's if I drop you. Unless you want to come along?'

She bit her lips, the offer was tempting. Including the fact that she was never in a hurry to go home. She checked her wristwatch and shrugged. A big grin cracked his face, he wound down, causing the breeze to play with her hair.

God knows why she accepted, she sighed as they cornered into an estate with different lanes. They all lined up at the starting point.

'Into your hands I commit my soul God.' Helen held on to her seatbelt.

'I'd rather it to be in mine.' Miracle winked.

'Watch it.' Stephen growled at his friend. They all started their engine and Kingsley mused like he was the matured one. Together they sped off like lightning and she shut her eyes, waiting to see the gate of heaven. Kingsley chuckled as he circled a round about and took another turn. Her eyes snapped open, Stephen was way ahead of them and the other two struggled to be on the same pace. She laughed, seeing the light in their eyes. There was something different and breezy about the moment.

They were the only ones who drove cars to school since they were older than their set mates. Helen rose above the open roof, giggling as the breeze played with her hair.

'You strike a good pose. Nice picture,' Miracle said as he sent it to his friends with his other hand, Kingsley's cellphone and hers beeped.

'You have my number?' She shouted to be heard against the noisy breeze and he laughed.

'The typical playboy. He has and can get anybody's number especially girls.' Kingsley added.

That had her butts down.

'Wow.'

After two hours of driving round the estate and Stephen's emerging winner in their contest, Kingsley stopped before her gate.

'Thanks.'

'My pleasure,' He grinned and she tried to step out.

'Can I ask you one question?'

She looked at her gate, not eager to face what awaited her behind it, she turned back to him.

'What?'

'Why doesn't your friend like me?'

'Because you're alike. You have much in common.' She stepped out.