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“No,” I said too defensively.
He started up the car. “Come on. You are trying to fool the biggest faker of illnesses in my high school class. What gives?”
“I’m sick,” I declared.
Chris pulled away from the curb and headed down the driveway towards the entrance that led to the main road. One of the monitors that directed traffic for the buses waved frantically at us.
“What’s his problem?” Chris asked.
“You’re going out the in,” I said.
“So, it’s too early for the buses.”
“Pesky Pete likes to follow the rules,” I said.
“But not you,” he teased me.
He turned left and headed towards home. I realized that of course Crew Cut Chris would know exactly where I lived. He hadn’t been to the house or anything, but he knew the directions without me telling him.
“Where’s your Mom?” He asked. I shrugged.
“Your Dad had me try to call her before I left to come get you,” he said.
“Why didn’t he call her himself?” I asked.
“He was on an important call with Japan.”
I took him away from that just for a moment. “Did I take you from that call too?” I asked.
Chris glanced at me for a moment then he turned his eyes back to the road. “Not really. His executive assistant was recording the session. I can watch it later. She takes notes too.”
I nodded.
“Just turned sixteen I heard,” Chris said trying to make conversation. I just wanted to sit quietly until he dropped me in the driveway. No such luck.
I nodded in Chris’s direction.
“Why didn’t you get your license?” He asked. “I helped Tyson pick out Ty’s Camaro. He said you didn’t want to take driving school or your test yet.”
“I don’t.”
“Every teenager wants their license,” Chris informed me.
I rolled my eyes at him which made him chuckle. The first impression I had of him was not what he was. He was kind. Friendly. Cute too.
“My turn. What do you do at the plant?” I asked.
“I’m the assistant plant manager,” he replied.
“Surely you had better things to do today than pick up the boss’s daughter,” I grumbled sliding further into my seat.
“I did but your dad was stressed about this Japan call. He was worried about you throwing up at school.” He pointedly looked at me like he didn’t believe that I had. I glanced out the window. “He didn’t understand why you couldn’t wait at school until your brother finished last period.”
“School policy,” I answered.
“That is what the nurse told him, so I volunteered to get you from school and run you home if the school agreed.”
“Thank you.” He shrugged like it was no big deal when I knew that it probably was. If I told him about Cal it would sound silly to someone his age. He was younger than my d
