Strictly In The Bedroom

Chapter 4. 1967 Impala

C H A S T I T Y

Year 2010

18 years old

“Chastity! You are scaring me!” Myles caught my attention from the other side of the phone.

“Oh yeah, he is here alright.” I responded angrily, staring at Lachlan’s annoying smug face that I want to erase in the entire world because of how he was actually getting the upper hand of the situation.

“What is the color of his car?” Myles asked.

“Red.” I answered while gritting my teeth.

Luck was still grinning and staring at me as if I was a contortionist that he is seeing in the circus. He is obviously and clearly enjoying seeing me being all damp and looking all stupid that

“What is his car?” Myles asked again, sounding like a detective interrogating me.

“A non-tinted Impala.” I responded while staring angrily at smug-face who was smirking at me.

“What year?”

I groaned, “I do not know what year, Myles!”

“1967.” Smug-face informed me with that annoyingly smug grin.

I bite my inner cheek and just want to punch this smug-face right now as I answered. “1967.”

“Good. He will drive you back. Now, let me have my peace and fuck.” Myles immediately ended the call.

I groaned deeply and put my phone back inside the old plastic bag as my eyes were now fixed on the man in front of me. GOD how I absolutely despise this man right now and how he is looking at me as if he is superior to me, I thought to myself. Not to mention how he previously made fun of me and called me ridiculously obnoxious names—do not even get me started. He annoys me. I will never be able to stand this sort of man because of how much I despise him. How come Myles and this man ever became friends? He appears to be a terrible influence on Myles and a full horrendous guy, yet then again, Myles being Myles, he enjoys being around large groups of people, as opposed to me, who prefers to be by myself in a party room.

“Come on skunky, get it.” Luck commanded as I stared at him with a disapproving look as he was now sporting a dark green hoodie. “You are not royalty, so get in and open the damned door yourself. Come on.” He revved up his engine which made me flinch from it as he immediately laughed as soon as he got a reaction.

“You are so childish,” I thought to myself, but I restrained myself from saying it. He is here offering me a ride through this downpour, so I had to hold myself back lest he leave me here stranded.

Such a jerk, obviously. I am very much curious as to how he was able to get along with my older brother in the first place. Considering that Myles has always been passionate about vehicles and auto repair, I suppose it had something to do with cars. He majored in mechanical engineering, so they may have run across each other in the meantime, but engineering majors are not offered at Atlas Knox University, and my brother attended Hilson-Peckers College, which was a considerably less expensive institution of higher learning than mine.

In contrast to me, my brother did not give a damn about the college he attended as long as he studied mechanical engineering since, in his words, “all universities are the same”, and all he truly cares about is getting his mechanical engineering degree. He is currently working as an intern at the mechanical shop of his dreams, and I could not be more proud of him. Despite the fact that he occasionally f***s a lot of women, I still think highly of him because of how intelligent he is. BUT I absolutely do not like that he genuinely knows this haughty and pompous d**k.

He gave me the side-eye while smirking as I rolled my eyes immediately. He let me load my wet, heavy luggage into the backseat without his assistance, which I had expected of him to do, then he drove off in smug-face’s red Impala. He did not seem to mind that I had drenched the beige leather in his car since damaging his things makes me happy. I expected him to scream at me or shout that his car was expensive and the leather was expensive like how Myles would dramatically react, but he was just focused on swerving the steering wheel without even looking at me. I glared at him angrily and cunningly as I intently moved around intentionally soaking the entire passenger's seat with rain water that I was drenched in.

Because he hated me so much for a number of reasons that I can think of, I was prepared for him to tell me to get out of his prized 1967 Impala. However, I soaked the leather of the passenger seat, which is presumably costly for a college man given how much all teenagers rely on their parents for, and I thought that he would order me to leave. The entire journey back to the dormitory building, which was a five-minute walk from Atlas Knox University, was strangely quiet, which made me question why he was being so unbearably silent. I glanced at him and he was peering at me but turning away and smirking.

What is this smug-face smirking about?

I honestly did not want to say anything else to him because to be truthful, I am still angry at him and I still hate him so much that I want to end this ride immediately and just go…. go… I groaned inwardly and angrier knowing that I have no dorm to sleep in for the night because I honestly do not want to get high in that weed infested room. I may have potentially damaged his car’s passenger seat’s interior at this very moment now because he was just absolutely and ridiculously quiet at this very moment, and I know he was angry now when he abruptly went for the break a split second and pulled me abruptly forward that my face was almost near the front glass.

“Why–”

He cut me off completely as soon as he started taking his green hoodie off and handed it to me, and by handing means throwing it on my face strongly.

“WHAT…” I was ready to throw fists at him but then I was honestly and completely lost for words as my eyes were staring at his abs, reminding me of how muscular he was. But now, it was different, his sculpted abs showing and his chiseled chest as well but then I pulled my head out from my thoughts and not letting what was actually in front of me distract me. “Hey!” I groaned as I pulled his hoodie off my face. “What was that for, you jerk?!”

“Put that on.” He groaned strictly.

I stared at him not wearing anything as he was focused on driving without looking at me now. I tried to focus on not letting his sculpted abs and chiseled chest continue to distract me. “And why would I?” I chirped immediately and angrily. Obviously, I did not want to wear it. “Whatever diseases you have, keep it to yourself! I would not want to have a haughty jerk ass syndrome.” I informed him sarcastically.

He smirked while chuckling softly, “Well, this haughty jerk ass might need you to cover up those erected n*****s or I will end up sucking them because I can not seem to focus on driving.” He kept grinning wider.

My eyes simply opened in that single millisecond and I gasped in a very horrifying as soon as he pointed that out because I instantly recalled I had not worn a freaking bra today since I had cleaned, washed and dried them all of my bras yesterday and had them all damp in my backpack right now because of the rain. My white shirt was so completely soaked and see-through that my n*****s were shaping and sticking around my full breasts, really shaping them round and big, which were actually very apparent when I glanced over at myself in a brief second and screamed loudly enough in truth horror with a horrifying vision.

My arms immediately covered my breasts, “You… You!! You maniac!”

He shrugged his shoulders as he kept looking away from me. “Maniac???”

“Yes, you!”

“How can I be the maniac here right now? I offered to put on my hoodie so you can cover those cherry pops.”

I gaped at how he described them, “You… Did… Were they visible the entire time I sat here?!” I kept covering myself with his jacket now.

“Since I picked you up.” He grinned wider while focused on driving.

My mouth widened in horror and immediately I put on his jacket. “And you did not tell me about it?!”

“I am telling you now so…” He smiles teasingly.

Well this man, dangerously cheeky and honestly handsome but an absolute d**k.

“And that makes a difference???” I chimed angrily.

“Well at least the cherry pops are covered now.” He winked teasingly.

I gaped, “Can you stop calling my n*****s as cherry pops?” I sounded more annoyed and offended.

He chuckled under his throat as if it sounded funny, perhaps for him it was, as he slowly drove his car to the university’s students’ car park, “Oh come on, Skunky.” He called me out again teasingly as my eyes were glancing at his really striking and chiseled abs, “Why are you so on the edge, huh? I am honestly not a bad guy, you know? And I think we got off the wrong foot.”

“Wrong foot my ass.” I muttered under my breath.

He smirked, “You are honestly very lucky that Myles is your older brother.”

My brows creased as I kept glancing at his glorious abs while he neared the car park now, “How…” I cleared my throat as I looked out of the window to avoid glancing at his abs. “How did you meet my brother anyway?”

He slowly parked his red Impala, “He fixed my car, this car, when I was... Hmm, eighteen, and I must say he is really good at cars and engines. He is smart, that brother of yours.”

I smiled wider as soon as he complimented my brother.

He continued as I kept smiling, “We got along well immediately and ever since then we became friends and– Hmm, now that is a pretty smile.”

I immediately pulled my head towards him and he was staring at me and… smiling handsomely. Very handsomely.

He extended a hand towards me as we were still inside his parked car while we were both facing each other while the rain was still heavily pouring outside, “My name is Lachlan, but you can call me Luck.” He introduced himself with a cocky grin, “Rhymes with fuck.”

I groaned as I rolled my eyes at him and accepted his huge hand, “My name is Chastity. Rhymes with ecstasy.”

He grinned wider as he clenched his hand around mine a bit tighter, “Do not make me go addicted now.” He brought my knuckles up to his lips as he gently opened my hand with his forefinger and kissed each tip of my finger, starting from my thumb.