Page 32 of One of Them Girls

He smirks. “Maybe. Or maybe we are going to Oklahoma.”

I pretend to shudder. “Don’t even joke. Okies hate us Texans.”

“Do they really?”

I shrug. “Everything is bigger in Texas. Especially our egos.”

He shakes his head, laughing. “You’re something else.”

I feel a smile creep onto my face. “I sure am. My daddy always told me so.”

About two hours into the road trip, I turn down the music.

“Hey, I like that song,” Rebecca mumbles from the back seat.

“I know, it’s a classic.”

“I can’t take my eyes off of you,” we sing at the same time.

“Girls are weird.” Jack mumbles.

“It’s from a classic!” I protest.

“I don’t know it.” Xavier laughs.

“You’ve never watched10 Things I Hate About You?” I ask.

“No, why should I have?”

“It’s a classic,” Rebecca says from the back.

“If you say so. It sounds like a chick flick.” Jack smirks.

“Anyway, I think we should play a game.”

“A game?” Avi asks.

“What game?” Jack says.

“Start with the license plate game?” I ask, looking at Xavier, then Jack and Rebecca in the backseat.

“Sounds good to me.” Xavier smiles.

“You’re going down this time, Davis,” Jack says, cracking his knuckles, making us laugh.

“This is going to be good.” Rebecca smirks.

I turn back around, leaning forward.

“What are you doing?” Xavier asks, laughter in his voice.

“I’m getting closer,” I deadpan, making him laugh.

“Pretty sure you leaning forward won’t help you out at all.” He reaches over, tapping my knee. “Alabama.” He nods toward the car in front of us.

“What no way! How can you read that?” I say as we approach a car that does in fact have an Alabama plate.

“I was blessed with good eyesight,” he says, rubbing his lip, trying to cover his smile.

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