Clash

By Nikki blp


He was a jerk. A loudmouth. An obnoxious class clown, a grade-A asshole. I would normally view his immature antics with utter annoyance. So why did my face suddenly feel so hot when he said my name?

"Cameron!" Shouted Jent Vasquez from across the hall, making me loose concentration and forget which book I was about to grab from my locker. I turned around to see him running up to me. Maybe it was because there was noone else around after detention, or maybe because I was surprised he even knew my name, but something about the boy I roll my eyes at in English class running up to me made me very nervous.

"I need a favor." He said, running a hand through his dark, curly hair. He didn't have the usual cocky air about him for some reason. There was a sincerity I had never seen before. His icy blue eyes were darting like he was upset, and he kept moving a tattered red folder from one hand to the other.

"Ok" I said with slight hesitation. "What is it?" He looked me straight in the eye, surprised, it seemed, that I said yes.

"It's kind of embarrassing." Why in the world would he be worried about embarrassing himself in front of me? "My car won't start. I tried to fix it but I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with the ignition."

"So…" I mumbled, "You need me to do what?"
"Oh yea, um, could you give me a ride to my house so I can get my dads car?"

I paused for a second. That would mean being alone in MY car with Jent. Surprisingly, the thought was not as unpleasant as I would have expected.

"Um… I don't know where you live."

"It's not too far. Only like ten minutes away. I'll tell you where to go."

I sighed. I was supposed to meet my friends from Willow Creek at their school parking lot. This would make me late.

"I guess." I said with a small sigh.

"Oh man! Thank you! Thanks so much you are saving my ass!"

Wow. I was saving someone's ass. All I could think was "Go me!"

We walked out to the parking lot in silence. All that could be heard was the scuffling of our shoes on the black top and the opening and closing of car doors. My car, I have to admit, is not too shabby. It's a black '05 Mustang that my friends helped me pimp out with some pink racing stripes, pink neons, tinted windows, and a system. In my personal opinion, it is the coolest car on the face of the planet. But I'm a little biased.

"You're car is freaking sweet." said Jent as he looked around.

"Thanks," I said, trying to wipe the syrup off my steering wheel before he noticed it. "It's kinda messy."

He laughed. "You should see my car if you think this is messy."

We pulled out of the parking lot and onto the empty street.

"Hey thanks a lot for the ride," He said again. "I really appreciate it. So… what were you in for?"

What? I had no idea what he was talking about. I was too busy trying to drive and smell his amazing musky cologne at the same time. Then I remembered detention.

"Oh yea. Uh.. fighting."

His eyes widened and he leaned toward me rapidly, giving me a nice big whiff.

"No way! Really?"

"No," I said. "I was reading Cosmo during class."

He laughed and sank back into his seat. "Haha, yea. Well you don't really seem like a fighting person."

"Thanks…?" I said skeptically as I raised an eyebrow.

It was getting really hot in my car and despite my cars' amazing awesomeness, the AC doesn't exactly work. So when we stopped at a red light, I took off the hoodie I was wearing. I tried to ignore it but I could feel Jent's gaze. That made me feel even warmer.

As soon as the light turned green and I stepped on the gas a silver car pulled up to the right of us. I recognized it immediately. It was my friends Jay, Marcus, Freddy, and Liz. Jay honked a few times and made some dirty gestures with two fingers and his tongue. I laughed.

"Hey there sexy!" Freddy yelled. "What are you doin' later tonight?"

"Do you know those guys?" asked Jent. With a smile I said "Nope. Never seen them before in my life," in mock embarrassment. Jent, not being the brightest crayon in the box, I already knew, leaned out his window and started yelling.

"Hey creeps!" He shouted. "Why don't you shut the fuck up and have some respect?"

Jay, probably thinking it was some kind of joke, played along.

"Oh is this your man, sweetheart?" He yelled.

Jent looked angry. "Well what if I am?"

My jaw fell. Jay looked at me questioningly. I shook my head and shrugged. A gesture that I realized later was a bad idea. Jay got that mischievous look on his face and gave me a toothy grin while pulling down his baseball cap.

"Well whatcha gona do about it lover boy?" He yelled.

Jent hesitated for a moment, then leaned farther out the window.

"I'm gona kick your ass!"

All my friends in Jay's car started laughing and pushing Jay's shoulder. Jay was laughing hysterically. I don't know how he was still driving. But then again, I didn't know how I was still driving either.

"Jent!" I yelled. "Get back in the car!" I tugged at his brown shirt until he sat back down. "It's ok! They're just…"

But he cut me off.

"They are just idiots who need to learn how to speak to a lady!"
I had never heard Jent talk like that in my life.

"But they're not…"

This time Jay cut me off. I looked over to se a serious expression on his structured face.

"Meet us as A Lot, punk!" He yelled as he drove off ahead of us. I thought it safe to assume that Jent did not know that "Punk" was Jay's nickname for me.

"What's A Lot?" Asked Jent.

"It's the front parking lot at Willow Creek."
"Well what are we waiting for? Lets go!"

"Jent we need to get your car. Besides, what do you think will happen? You'll fight him?"

Now I am not going to lie. Jent is built. I think he was a wrestler or something because he had an undeniably nice body. But in all honesty, Jay had been in many fights before, and despite his smaller size, he could probably whoop Jent's ass in public.

"Well yea!" said Jent. "Come on lets go! I'm gona fuck this kid's world up!"

I found myself rolling my eyes at Jent once again as I made the turn to follow Jay's car to A Lot with a chuckle.