Page 60 of Drive Me Wild
The line moves forward, and now there’s one person ahead of me when I hear a voice close to my ear.
“So you’re the new girl.”
I spin around to face a blond woman. She’s a few inches taller than me, with long silky hair and perfect makeup. She’s wearing a tight tank top with a flannel over it and knee-high boots over her jeans. Even I can see that her body is banging.
“What?” I pretend I don’t know what she’s talking about, even though I’m sure this is Laura.
“You’re with Caleb Barone, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… yes.” My stomach is in my throat because I suddenly think she might punch me.
She makes a show of looking me up and down and then spits out her words. “Don’t get too attached.”
Then she turns on her heel and walks off. I watch her join a small group of women who are all looking at me. They all have what appears to be a sneer on their face, and then they disappear into a crowd that has formed near the base of the bleachers.
“What can I get you?”
“Huh?”
“You want to order something, or you just want to keep holding up the line?”
“Oh. Sorry. I need a beer and some fries. Actually, make that two beers and some fries.”
I’m not ashamed to admit that I want to drink my feelings away.
When I open Caleb’s wallet to pay, a yellow piece of paper falls out when I pull out the cash. I pick it up and start to tuck it back in, but jealousy is already eating at my guts, so I open it to read it.
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Caleb
Zoe’s been gone for more than twenty minutes before I see her walk toward me a little unsteadily. She sits down, hands me back my wallet, and then eats her fries silently.
“Everything okay?”
“Mmhm.”
“I thought you were getting some ginger ale.”
“I got beer instead and already drank it.”
“Zoe? Can you please look at me?”
She tilts her head up with a smile, but it feels fake. There’s a wrench in my gut, and it’s tightening down on my belly.
“Are you sure everything is okay?”
“Yup. When is your friend going to race?”
“He’s up next. Wanna head home after that?”
She scrunches her eyes at me, taking her time to respond. “Are you sure you want to do that? Don’t you have people you want to visit with?”
She slurring her words a little bit.
“Seems like that beer went straight to your head.”
“Two.”
“Two what?”
