“Hey, I’m Ari by the way, Ellie’s best friend. ” Ari said.
Gunner gave her the sweetest smile then leaned in a bit closer to me.
“Let’s get you to the doctor, what do you say?” Gunner whispered against my ear. The feel of his hot breath against my face caused my body to start to shake.
“Ahhh, yep okay, doctor sounds good, yep let’s go, let’s roll, let’s do this thing. ”
Okay why was my mouth still talking when clearly my brain had checked out the moment he smiled at me? He shut the door and jumped into the front passenger seat. Jefferson started his truck and of course, Tim McGraw’s “Truck Yeah” started up. I swear to God if I had to hear that song one more time I was going to hurl.
I looked over to Ari who had a shit eating grin on her face. She leaned over and said low enough to where only I would hear her. “Okay that boy wants in your panties!!!”
I just gave her my best SHUT THE HELL up look and said “PESH…You’re crazy! Have I told you lately you seriously need therapy? Seriously…. . you do Arianna…I am beginning to get scared for you. ” I bit back at her.
Ari threw her head back and laughed. “Bitch, you can’t tell me I am wrong on this one. Matter of fact, I would bet you that Coach purse you have been eyeing the last three months, that that boy wants you. ”
I had to let out a laugh which caused my hand to start throbbing even more and my heart to break.
You will never be wanted by anyone……….
“Even if I could afford to take you up on that, I know for a fact you are dead wrong on this one. ” I stated just a little too loud.
“Ari is dead wrong on what Ellie?” Jefferson asked while pulling out of the school parking lot.
“Nothing Jefferson, she is just delusional that’s all. She is seeing things that are clearly NOT there. ” I said as I narrowed my eyes towards Ari.
“Well, whatever crazy shit Ari is going on about I don’t care. I want to know right now what the fuck happened between you and Ryan!”
Ari shot Jefferson a look and rolled her eyes at him. I’m pretty sure I heard dick wad come out of her mouth also.
Shit…. here we go. I have to tell Jefferson what happened and pray to God that he does not kill Ryan. I mean I truly did not care what the hell happened to Ryan anymore. I would rather like to see someone kick his ass but not Jefferson. Jefferson had to think about his scholarship and his future. Not about what some ass wipe had just done to his sister who probably deserved it. Gunner turned around and gave me a smile that melted my heart, not to mention my panties. It was almost like he was giving me the courage to start talking. I gave him a small smile back and my body actually felt like it was humming. I thought I was going to start having trouble breathing again but his smile seemed to make me forget about it.
What the hell?! I have never had a guy affect me the way this guy did. What was going on with me? I needed to focus here. I shook my head again to get these crazy thoughts out.
“Well, it all started when I got a text from Ryan to meet him in the auditorium……. .
Chapter twoGunner……. .
The moment he walked into the principal’s office the air turned cold. If the look that he shot me was any indication of how pissed he was, I was in for a good, long lecture. He always started out with “What you need is ROTC or maybe I should just send your ass to military school, make something out of the worthless piece of shit you are. ” I’d love to be able to tell him not to pull that drill instructor shit on me, but he would probably knock the shit out of me and I would end up in military school anyway.
My father joined the military straight out of high school. He wanted nothing more than to get away from his father’s ranch in Mason, Texas. I’m pretty sure when he dies, he will still be in the Army. He is good at what he does, if he would only leave it at the front door when he got home. He worked long hours and was often in a piss poor mood.
I looked up as I heard the door open to Mr. Deets’ office. My father stepped out dress
ed in his Class A uniform and carrying his Campaign cover in his hand. Shit. He looked even more pissed then when he first walked in.
“Mr. Mathews, if Gunn…errr, um, Drew gets in one more fight, I am afraid we are going to have to suspend him from the football team. That is the last thing we want to do. We need you Drew to win State. ” Mr. Deets’ said as he shook my father’s hand and winked at me. My father replied with a “humph” and turned to walk away.
My father hates the idea of me playing football. My grandfather and mother practically had to beg him to let me play when I was seven. Once I stepped out on the field I knew I found where I belonged. Football is all I have. I care more about football than I do girls…. or the Army.
I stood up to leave and shook Mr. Deets’ hand before I turned to follow my father out the door. I knew he would remain silent until we got to his truck.
Shit! I don’t know why I hit Brad Jennings. Okay well I do know why. I saw the fucker behind the school push his girlfriend up against a wall and it looked like he was about to hit her. No fucking way I was going to let some douche bag asshole hit a girl.
So, I got involved.
There really was no use in trying to explain it to him. He wouldn’t understand. Even if he did he would still be pissed. It was the third fight I had been in since school started two months ago. This latest fight was the last straw with Mr. Deets’ saying I might get cut from the team.
Get cut from the team? Football was all I had. I had to get my shit together and get my head on straight. It was the first time in my life I ever felt accepted and needed…. . the feeling was fucking great. The only other place I felt needed was at Gramps ranch.