ELEVEN: FRESHMAN PARTY II

BRITNEY ASTON

“No!”

Heads immediately turned in my direction, confusion spread all over their faces. I couldn’t blame them though, it was only natural my mum and step dad reacted that way at my response to a simple question- if I’d like Travis to drive me to school, again.

“No, I mean, no it’s okay,” I rephrased, trying to make the situation less awkward than it already was. “He doesn’t have to. I can manage myself. Thank you.”

From the corner of my eye, I could catch him smirking in amusement. Of course it was easy for him to just stand back and be amused at my misery.

“Are you sure honey?” My mum asked like I wasn’t clear enough. “You’re both headed to the same place anyways and I don’t think Travis has a problem with dropping you off.”

She was right. We were both headed to the same place and though he indeed probably had no problem with dropping me off, I wasn’t willing to sit in his car again.

I was more than willing to walk all the way to school if I needed to as long as i