Chapter 3: The Highway to Insanity

Luckily, I did not have to spend that night in a jail cell. Jasper and I, did not exchange further dialogue after releasing him. I simply climbed out his window, bolted for the streets, and left.

I found Macy already crawled up like a baby in the backseat. And I just thought to myself how amazing it was that she could sleep in such a dire situation.

I guess she was immune from punishment, after all.

Anyways, we drove my aunt's car to the nearest mall. I figured that we had more than enough time to repair the phone, and hurry home before Uncle Ryan arrived. So I dragged Macy out of the sedan, waited for nearly two hours, and just like that, Aunt's cell was fixed.

We left the mall with thirty minutes left to spare, a phone in pristine condition, and a very relieved Grace.

I decided that I was going to walk out the bathroom, the next time I ever hear Macy scream.

On the note, Macy had passed out on the couch as soon as we got home. So I didn't get the chance to ask her why we broke into Aviator's home. I thought maybe she had a silly crush on him. The girl was kind of demented after all. In fact, she once stole some bastard's underwear and pinned it against her wall, beside her bed. I believe it's still hanging there to this day, unwashed.

But breaking into someone's home? Now that's a whole different line of madness, even for her.

But get this, although I don't condone that type of behavior, I could see what drove her sanity through the roof. This guy was quite attractive. Now, he was no Ryan Gosling or George Clooney type of "make-your-ovaries explode," but there was a certain level of charm to him that couldn't be ignore.

You think that's corny? Quite frankly, I think it's the alcohol talking.

But honestly, he could've easily been the hottest fella at our high school. Before I saw him, Donald Springers took that title. He was part of the star-gazing club, and had nostrils larger than the Grand Canyon. Look, all I'm saying is that our school wasn't all that...what's the correct term...privileged? Blessed?

However, looking at Aviators was like a...breath of fresh air. And trust me, where I was from, we didn't have much of that.

Anyhow, I was hormonal and immature back then. So I couldn't help but acknowledge gorgeousness when I see it.

Besides that, I had forgotten all about my messy encounter with Aviators the next day.

That morning, I was just digging through my locker to find last night's chemistry assignment which I refused to take home with me. If you knew one thing about me, I was not the neatest or most organized bastard in the pack. In fact, to this day, my bedroom is still disheveled.

You can't tell, right now, but I was a hot mess before I placed this snazzy dress on. By the way, if I didn't mention before, got this at such a convenient price! It's unbelievable!

But that's besides the point. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Chloe at her locker. We made eye contact, acknowledging each other's presence, and I bitterly looked the other way. o

We still haven't discussed the whole "joining cheer," ordeal, and honestly, I didn't want to. But I could hear her footstep inch towards me, indicating that she wasn't done with me quite yet.

"Hey," She started coyly.

"Chloe." I responded.

Although my head told me that I was acting extremely immature, my heart sensed betrayal.

"Grace, I was thinking we could hang out after school. Maybe, watch a movie, check up on those chicken eggs that we were incubating in my basement, you know, your favorite things.

So I bit my lip in thought. Although it all sounded super tempting, my pride had a greater hold on me.

Yeah, I mothered eggs in my best friend's basement. Didn't you?

Well, whatever. You can't impress everyone. Just let me tell the story.

I responded to her request in a condescending tone. "Why don't you ask your cheer squad to hang out instead? I'm sure they like poultry."

I watch as heat rose to her face. My instincts tell me that this wasn't going to be a pretty conversation . "You know, if you don't want me to join the cheerleading, why don't you just say so?! Huh?" As Chloe said this, she flung her hands in the air, looking like an upset pair of party streamers.

"Okay," I said with a solemn look on my face. "I don't want you to join cheer."

I was pleasantly surprised with how easy that was. Chloe on the other hand, wasn't jumping for joy.

"Fine, I'm going to join the telescope geeks, sitting in the observatory scarfing down a bag of cheetos, while waiting for something magical to happen. The worst thing that could happen to me is dying of boredom, right?!"

I remember that chick being so angry, she was already hyperventilating in frustration. I didn't want her to join that stupid activity, that was that.

"Right," I nodded in response. I told Chloe that I was glad she was coming to her sense. Well, let's just say she didn't take that so well.

The girl started rambling about how she'll lose her figure, not find a suitable mate, and eventually settle for the commander of the star gazing crew, Donald Springers. Blah, blah, blah.

So although I did not want her to join the cheer team, I most definitely did not want to be responsible for her epileptic fit. I decided to place her crazy talk on hiatus.

"Chloe," My hands were on her tiny shoulders. The girl immediately stopped talking, but was starting into my eyes intensely. "Cheerleading...is that what you really want?"

Chloe was quiet for a moment, then her lower lip started quivering. At that point, she pulled her away gaze from mines. "Yeah." Chloe responded in a whisper.

Finally, I released her from my grasp, sighing in defeat. "Okay, fine. Join cheer. Just..just don't invite me to those stupid after game parties. Those things get super heated real fast."

Chloe then perked up. Upon giving her my approval, a large grin was plastered against her lips. "Are you serious?!" Chloe was squealing at this point, to which earned her some attention.

"I wish I wasn't," I grumbled but I stopped mid-sentence. The shockingly collosal smile on her face, reminded me of why we were friends in the first place, and my conscience told me to quit being such an ass.

A tiny smile tugged against the corner of my lips. "Well, I guess I'll see you for movie night. But before that, you better head to practice. Gotta master the famous 'splitting in the air praying that teenage pervs don't look up your skirt,' move before try-outs."

My best friend frowned in response. "I'll keep that in mind."

Chloe would then sling her duffel over a shoulder and leave me alone with my messy locker. Till this day, I wondered why I was such a softy.

No, I was not being a sour-face bitch. I had good intent, just bad execution.

Well, whatever, you aren't the hottest tamale in the pan either. Now quit interrupting me!

Okay, now where was I.

Oh yeah.

It was raining cats and dogs outside, and I was supposed to drive Macy home as usual. However, after the little stunt she pulled the other night, I refused to do her that "solid." Okay, I'll admit, maybe I was slightly petty back then, but I'm sure you'd do the same after almost being thrown into jail because of your bratty step cousin.

So I drove into the pouring rain with my Uncle's snazzy new sedan, blasting the timeless Backstreet Boy song, "I want it that way," on the radio. Needless to say, I was having more than I did in ages.

But as I was driving, I spotted someone who was not very far away. I noticed that they were completely drenched-

Haha. Very funny. Yeah, obviously, it was raining.

So, I drove a little closer to investigate. And buddy, you wouldn't believe who it was...

No, it was not Aviator boy...

Okay, maybe it was.

Anyways, I was thinking of driving right past him like the smart person I was. But he seemed so cold, and so helpless, therefore, I didn't.

Instead, I slowed down to match his pace, while rolling my window down.

"Hey!" I shouted through the heavy sound of rain. He slowly turned his head.

"Get it in, loser." I nodded towards the passenger seat.

Yeah, I am fully aware that was a line from "Mean Girls," now can you stop with all the side comments!

Okay great.

As I was saying, I offered Aviators a ride in my Uncle's nifty sedan, my way of being a good Samaritan. I half expected him to hop right in, but he just stands there, like the overbearing little bastard he was.

His brow cocked upwards.

"Get in?" He snorted incredulously. "So what? You can mug me? Kidnap me? Need I remind you of our crazy encounter last night, Gingervitis?"

I couldn't help but scoff at his disparaging presumptions. The little douche just had bring my hair color into this. "Look Soggy Pancakes, if I were gonna jump you, I would've done it a long time ago," I told him. "But if you don't want a ride, that's fine by me. I'll just go."

So I placed my hands over the steering wheel and pressed the little button that lifted the window back up. Before I drove off once again, I heard a little knock on the door.

Aviators made eye contact with me then walked to the other side of the car. He slowly opened the door, taking his soaking body inside.

"Look who decided to join the party," I couldn't help but smirk. He remained quiet, with his brows knitted in frustration. Admittedly, I thought his pout of humiliation was quite amusing, dare I say, a bit adorable.

I reminded him to buckle up, and then we were off. You know, we actually had a conversation throughout the car ride, and honestly, it wasn't so bad.

"So..." I began, drawing out the "o." "Why...are you walking out in the rain?"

Aviators scrunched his nose, as if it were the most ridiculous question he's ever heard. "To get home, obviously. Good gracious, I knew you were stupid, but not that stupid."

He would say in the most insulting tone, in which I found great insult to. Now, I would've fired with an equally witty comeback, but I had noticed something that I hadn't noticed before now.

Bastard had an accent. You know, one of those U.K., sultry, but mellow pretty boy accents? (A/N: Sorry, I decided I wanted my character to be British just now :( )

Maybe I am an idiot, maybe I just hadn't been too keen, but we've encountered so many disagreements, that I haven't taken the time to take notice it.

In fact, there were many things about him that I've just was no longer wearing a pair of stupid aviators, so I had the opportunity to fully contemplate his features, al' naturale.' For starters, had large, emerald glass eyes. You know those jarring, brilliant ones that naturally crinkle beneath their eyes.

No?

Well, you should see them.

And his dirty blonde hair was obviously floppy from the rain, but he still looked painfully attractive. Like the," I just had a shower and I'm ready to look sexy for an erotic magazine" type of attractiveness. And finally, he had two dark freckles that trailed against his jawline. It was such a distinct feature, really hard to ignore.

Granted, I grew a bit shy. After all, taking to people with testosterone wasn't my forte. So my eyes remained fixed on the road. "No, I mean, why're you out here in the pouring rain, without an umbrella or anyone to give you a lift."

Out of the corner of my eye, he runs a hand through his damp hair. You're probably annoyed by how many times I've reminded you, but he was certainly not a bad looking person. Anyways, he spoke once again.

"My parents just left for London this morning, and some impish twat must have stolen my fuckin' car keys. So now, I have to settle that." It was apparent that Aviators was devastated. But like the smart ass I was, I couldn't help but suggest that he'd probably misplaced it.

"Misplaced it?!" Aviators bellowed incredulously. "No, no. That is impossible. I know where everything is."

"Everything?" I repeated in disbelief. It didn't seem like a ridiculous exaggeration, though. The last time I've broken into Aviators home, his room was in spick and span condition.

"Yes, everything! I have a mental inventory of every one of my items, including my car keys!" He proclaimed. To which I responded:

"Okay, that's not weird at all..."

But in reality, he was probably an obsessive neat freak. And although I'm not insinuating that I am a slob, standing next to him would probably make me look like a complete mess. I thought that he should probably take a look at my locker one day.

Anyways, after a couple of dire hours, we finally made it to his residence. I say hours because the rain brought upon heavy traffic, and Mr. Social Butterfly here, was not quite talkative. It was a tedious ride, to say the least. In fact, the only thing that filled the silence was my occasional attempt at a conversation, and of course my playlist of nifty nineties hits.

As I was saying, I pulled up to his driveway, waiting for him to dismiss himself. Although he reaches for the door knob, he doesn't make any further movements.

I had no idea what he was waiting for, considering he only needed the lift.

So I snuck a brief glimpse at the suspiciously quiet boy in curiosity. As soon as Aviators caught my eye, he nodded towards his house, and then back at me.

"What was that?" I gasped, throwing my arms around my body. I quite insulted by such a threatening gesture. It was quite peculiar for him to invite me inside, especially since I've broken into his property the other day. I thought that he was going to pull some freaky shit on me, but I wasn't going to buy his ulterior motives.

"Idiot," He rolled his eyes in disgust. "I just thought since it's cold, raining, and the traffic is insane, that it would be convenient to stay for awhile. Besides, my parents aren't home, I can assure you that they won't be bothering us."

Now, I don't know about you, but that sounded like something someone would say in a steamy romance novel. If anyone were to hear that line without any context, they would've definitely be falling for some of those innuendos.

But because I was convinced that it's just an innocent offer, it didn't really affect me. "Well, I am quite hungry." I whimpered while rubbing my stomach.

Then Aviators chuckled.

He chuckled.

He actually displayed a hint of emotion.

And on that note, because of me. I know, it seems like such a insignificant achievement, but mind you, this guy is unbelievably hard to please.

I swear, he's got the heart of a merciless lion.

"Grace," I blurted right before he opened the door. He turned around, with one eyebrow raised slightly higher than the other. "My name is Grace Clark, by the way."

In response, he lifted his chin slightly, without a change of emotion. "Jasper Evans." He said bluntly. "But you could call me Jasper."

Jasper reaches for a spare key hidden in a flower pot, which isn't the brightest idea since I basically broken into his house, and swiftly unlocked the door. With one push, the entrance had opened.

So, I followed him into his home. I'd just like to inform you that his place was pretty large. Like, my Uncle had cash, but this...this was just luxury.

"Clark," I heard him call for me. I thought his way of addressing me was quite odd. No one ever uses my last name in place of my first. "I'm going to dry up for a bit. Stay put. Don't break anything"

"Sure," I responded absent-mindlessly. "Don't take too long, now."

Jasper's hurried up his staircase, leaving me in dead silence. Of course, it only seemed right to investigate. Aviators-

Sorry, I mean, Jasper-

Was quite the enigma. He didn't seemed to fit in, much where I was from. Although, most people with a pumping heart would find him extremely captivating, he didn't seem like the type to be interested in such things.

That...or they really haven't deliberately assessed his unbearable personality. Who knows, they could probably be just as demented.

So I take a tour around his spacious living room. There were pictures of him at every corner I turned to. In fact, one shelf was dedicated to all his awards and achievements. Man, I thought, if I were this talented, I'd probably be elsewhere...like the U.K.

But dreams can really only stay dreams.

I continued to search the living for more mementos of Jasper. He was such an adorable kid back then, not going to lie. In fact, I was really tempted to keep a picture of his younger self positioned close to the camera, flashing the space between where his two front teeth should've been.

I brushed that picture aside, revealing a magazine. It seemed like an issue for a Business Catalog. And undoubtedly, Jasper was standing in a stylish tux right on the front cover.

What was Jasper doing on a magazine? I thought. And who the actual hell was he anyways!? In fact, I had not seen him around school until that week. I know there was something strange about that bastard. And it is not just the fact the he wore sunglasses indoors.

Before I even had the chance to read it's text. The lights flew off. I know what you're thinking.

Poor girl.

Wait, you aren't thinking that?

Well...screw you then.

Anyways, Jasper then hollered at me from upstairs. "Grace! Did the lights shut?!"

Being the person I was, I decided that it was a great time to get witty.

"No!" I replied. "It's just really dark here!"

Jasper immediately makes his way downstairs. "You're unbelievable," he groaned into the darkness.

"I can't see a thing here!" I would whine, while extending my arms to feel the surrounding.

"I don't know, maybe it's because the bloody lights went out!" He shouted in frustration.

I had no idea what entity I was being possessed by, but I decided that it would be a good idea to locate Jasper. So I did.

"Jasper, are you by the stairs?" I hollered from across the room.

"Yeah! But knowing you, you'd probably fall before you get here."

In response I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, still trying to navigate my way through the room. "Don't worry, Jasper. I can totally make my way there without- shit!"

And so you probably guessed, I fell. It wasn't the prettiest fall ever, but it was definetely the most suggestive one.

I felt my hands pressed against warm skin. While my chest was against someone else's bare chest. To be honest, I wanted to believe I merely fell on the floor, but I knew that was far from the truth.

Somehow, I managed collapse against the ground once again, only this time, bringing someone down with me. And it just had to be a half-naked boy.

Before I got a chance to mount myself off him, the lights flickered on, and the door flies open.

A young girl stands there with a thoroughly disgusted look. Her bag dropped to the floor followed by a dramatic "thud."

And needless to say, I was in deep shit.


In which, by the way, I need to take a big one right now. The pasta is setting in...