Shame on You and Me
Chapter Four
Breann Wathen
“Ian, let’s go to Subway or something. I didn’t have anything to eat this morning.” I squinted at the small radio, it was almost one-thirty.
“Well, I gotta go get some gas but you can wait right?” He wasn‘t looking at me, which shows he is a good driver. It was just my dumbass fault for running down a two-lane street during rush hour.
We stopped at Circle K and Ian pulled up next to a gas pump.
“Do you want anything?” Ian’s blue crystal eyes blinked at me. You know I want you baby. I shook my head no and he shut the door. Come to think of it, I could really use a breath mint.
I started to fiddle with some stuff in my purse. One guy at the wreck handed it to me. I swiped on some lip gloss and touched up on my eyeshadow. No time to put on a tank top but 24 minutes to pick at my face. I didn’t notice Ian at the tank, whistling. I stuffed everything but in my bag and tussled my hair. Plus I added an unnecessary boob adjustment. Thank the heavens for his heavily tinted windows.
“Alright, to Subway!” He clicked in his seatbelt and started the car.
Since the crash I got three texts. All from Nathan.
‘babee r u alrite? i saw the crash on tv.’
‘don’t tell me ur @ the hositpal’
‘im on my way. i love u aamber.’
Never will he know that I’m on a “date” with the guy of my dreams. A guy that’s not you.
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