olds. The Track has these lock-ins during the summer where the kids will ride all day, then lay out in sleeping bags in our entertainment room and watch TV and eat pizza until the morning when they’ll ride all day again.
I used to love lock-ins when I was little. I already practically live here, so sleeping over was even better. Now I have better things to do than sleep next to snoring little kids. I say goodbye to Dad and head down to the front office where I’ve stashed all my stuff into one of the tiny employee lockers. I’d promised Emma Clarke I’d be off work by six and it’s almost six-thirty. The girl hates being kept waiting, but damn if that’s not what she does to me all the time.
There’s a few parents in the front office, signing up their kids for the lock-in. Luckily, some chick who works the desk is here so I don’t have to do anything. I’m still not sure what her name is, but she’s kind of hot for being like thirty-something.
I grab my phone and find two missed texts from Emma. One simply says It’s six o’clock, asshole.
The other is a kissing face emoji.
I really don’t get this girl. But I get her lips on mine, so I keep putting up with all of her hot and cold mood swings.
I text back Just got off work, want me to pick you up after I shower?
And a phone dings from across the room. Shit.
I look up and my eyes find hers. Bright blue eyes, perfect blonde hair, and one hell of an evil glare.
“Hey,” I say, putting on a smile as I cross the room and give her a hug. She remains stiff in my arms, so I pull back. “What do you want to do tonight?”
She folds her arms across her chest, her fake nails sparkling as much as the rings on her fingers. “You mean what did I want to do.”
“I don’t understand.”
She rolls her eyes and takes in a deep breath. “Did. As in, the past. Because right now, I am sick of all of your lies, Jett Adams. You are such a prick, you know that?”
The woman behind the counter calls my name. “Take your drama outside, please.” She shoos at us with her hand and I grab Emma’s arm, pulling her outside.
“Look, I have to work now. I can’t be at your beck and call anymore. I still want to hang out, so tell me where you want to go.”
Emma flips her hair over her shoulder with such precision that I have to wonder if she’s practiced that move in front of the mirror. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you, Jett.”
Her lips flatten into a thin line and she turns on her heel, digging a hole in the gravel walkway. “Call me when you decide that your stupid dirt bike isn’t more important than me.”
I should probably let it go, but I’m a little sick of having shit thrown in my face when I’ve made my expectations clear.
“Listen Emma,” I say, moving in front of her so she’s forced to stop prancing away from me. “Dirt bikes will always come first in my life. And don’t give me that look. I told you this weeks ago.”
Her eyes turn up to the sky like she thinks I’m just so stupid, and I kind of feel like walking away from her right now. She’s not worth the effort. She’s hot as hell, with a killer body, but still not worth the effort.
“I told you I’m not settling down and I have no desire for a girlfriend,” I say, because she clearly needs the reminder.
“I never asked to be your girlfriend, now have I?” Emma says, hands on her hips.
“Look, I like you and we have fun, but when you start bitching at me like I’m some sort of shit boyfriend, that’s when I draw the line.” I’m still covered in sweat from riding so I lift the front of my T-shirt and wipe it over my face. Emma’s eyes dart to my abs and I get probably way too much satisfaction from that. “I don’t want a girlfriend and right now you’re acting like one. So why don’t you call me when you’re looking for some fun.”
She huffs. “Fine.”
I meet her stony gaze with a look of apathy. “Fine.”
*
Mom stops me when I walk in
I used to love lock-ins when I was little. I already practically live here, so sleeping over was even better. Now I have better things to do than sleep next to snoring little kids. I say goodbye to Dad and head down to the front office where I’ve stashed all my stuff into one of the tiny employee lockers. I’d promised Emma Clarke I’d be off work by six and it’s almost six-thirty. The girl hates being kept waiting, but damn if that’s not what she does to me all the time.
There’s a few parents in the front office, signing up their kids for the lock-in. Luckily, some chick who works the desk is here so I don’t have to do anything. I’m still not sure what her name is, but she’s kind of hot for being like thirty-something.
I grab my phone and find two missed texts from Emma. One simply says It’s six o’clock, asshole.
The other is a kissing face emoji.
I really don’t get this girl. But I get her lips on mine, so I keep putting up with all of her hot and cold mood swings.
I text back Just got off work, want me to pick you up after I shower?
And a phone dings from across the room. Shit.
I look up and my eyes find hers. Bright blue eyes, perfect blonde hair, and one hell of an evil glare.
“Hey,” I say, putting on a smile as I cross the room and give her a hug. She remains stiff in my arms, so I pull back. “What do you want to do tonight?”
She folds her arms across her chest, her fake nails sparkling as much as the rings on her fingers. “You mean what did I want to do.”
“I don’t understand.”
She rolls her eyes and takes in a deep breath. “Did. As in, the past. Because right now, I am sick of all of your lies, Jett Adams. You are such a prick, you know that?”
The woman behind the counter calls my name. “Take your drama outside, please.” She shoos at us with her hand and I grab Emma’s arm, pulling her outside.
“Look, I have to work now. I can’t be at your beck and call anymore. I still want to hang out, so tell me where you want to go.”
Emma flips her hair over her shoulder with such precision that I have to wonder if she’s practiced that move in front of the mirror. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you, Jett.”
Her lips flatten into a thin line and she turns on her heel, digging a hole in the gravel walkway. “Call me when you decide that your stupid dirt bike isn’t more important than me.”
I should probably let it go, but I’m a little sick of having shit thrown in my face when I’ve made my expectations clear.
“Listen Emma,” I say, moving in front of her so she’s forced to stop prancing away from me. “Dirt bikes will always come first in my life. And don’t give me that look. I told you this weeks ago.”
Her eyes turn up to the sky like she thinks I’m just so stupid, and I kind of feel like walking away from her right now. She’s not worth the effort. She’s hot as hell, with a killer body, but still not worth the effort.
“I told you I’m not settling down and I have no desire for a girlfriend,” I say, because she clearly needs the reminder.
“I never asked to be your girlfriend, now have I?” Emma says, hands on her hips.
“Look, I like you and we have fun, but when you start bitching at me like I’m some sort of shit boyfriend, that’s when I draw the line.” I’m still covered in sweat from riding so I lift the front of my T-shirt and wipe it over my face. Emma’s eyes dart to my abs and I get probably way too much satisfaction from that. “I don’t want a girlfriend and right now you’re acting like one. So why don’t you call me when you’re looking for some fun.”
She huffs. “Fine.”
I meet her stony gaze with a look of apathy. “Fine.”
*
Mom stops me when I walk in
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