...Also held accountable for their actions.
It has been about a whole day since my alcohol incident. I have vowed to never go to a high school party, at least without my antihistamines and my EpiPen. Running my fingers through my hair, I stared at the black 38' inch plasma television hanging on my wall.
It's the weekend, meaning no Alex since it's his day off. Now that I think about it, I never really asked him to do anything for me yet. I should really take advantage of this situation; I mean it's not every day that you get the campus crush to do everything you want with a mer beck or call.
Slipping into my plush brown boots, I padded to the kitchen. "Marta, have you seen Miles?" I asked as she pulled out what seemed to be a freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from the oven.
"He's watering the garden out back," She replied with a simper. "Would you like some cookies?" She offered.
"I'll take some with me when go back to my room." With that I left through the backdoor and circled around to find Miles bent over a bush of roses.
"Miles," I called out with an innocent smile.
"Yes miss?" He stopped watering to face me.
"Can I borrow the Cayman?" I begged with my eyes.
"But, of course, it is yours, miss." He replied confused.
"No, I mean can I drive it around? Alone?" I practically begged.
"But you haven't gotten your license yet, you still only have your permit." He stated as calmly as possible.
I approached him. "Please Miles? Just this once! I promise to be careful. Plus I've already had my permit for almost a year." Miles gave me his thinking face. Don't ask me how I know he has his thinking face on when Miles barely expresses any of his emotions.
"I guess I could let it slip just this on-" I didn't let him finish his sentence, I just enveloped him into a tight hug and squealed a series of multiple thank yous in a high pitched tone. I pulled away.
"But," He paused. "You have to promise me that you will be extra, extra careful. We don't need another visit to the hospital any time soon okay? And you have to come back at three, understood?" I vigorously nodded my head before skipping back into the house.
"Marta, could you-"
"Already done." She handed me an air sealed container. "Here you go. Now go have some fun like a normal teenager." Her Spanish accent heavy as she pronounced every word of encouragement.
"I can't have fun like a normal teenager; you ought to know that by now." I replied, excitedly before grabbing the cookies and heading out to the garage. My red wine Cayman Porsche was my sweet sixteenth birthday gift, but apparently, I can't drive it; not because of the Law of California but the law of the Pena couple - meaning my parents. I mean what's the point of buying me a perfectly awesome car if I can't drive it. Maybe it's their new method of torture.
I pulled out of the driveway and out the gates. A pop song was blasting on my stereo. I sang along loudly to Arianna and Mika; my voice shamefully cracking at the high notes. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at my destination. Ste's Auto Shop hung in yellow and red letters above the garage. I parked in the free lot inside the garage and got out.
It was empty. So I leaned against my hood, arms crossed and waited for someone. A few minutes in, a guy with dark spiky hair emerged from the door that had a sign reading authorized personnel only. I recognized him as Alex's right hand man. He beamed at me.
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Teen Fiction~This is a rewrite of Slave to the Geek~ Rori Pena has been haunted by her family legacy all her life. But, that all would change as she decides to hide her family's growing wealth, and by the skin of her teeth, have a normal life. So, she dresses d...
