The good girls secret lift

Chapter 4

This boy make me mad. First he has to call me a goody two shoes, then he has to wake me up from my peaceful sleep. Why? Why cant he just leave me hear to dream of dream land. I want Shark boy to come hold me. Wow, I must be really out of it. What ever, he's still trying to get me up. I feel my self being lifted and then cold tile being pressed against my skin along with the sound of water. I get splashed and am fully awake now, but don't let him know it. I decide to scream random crap to see what he would do. All he does is stop for a minute looking confused. How I know he looks confused, well I don't know for sure, but I can imagine.

I decide to finally wake up and look at him. I'm still mad even if I feel like smiling. After throwing a little bit of sarcasm I hop in the shower, after he leaves of course. After I get out I realize there is only a towel. Dang him. He drags me in here and doesn't give me clothes. I mean I'm flattered he wants to see me in nothing but a towel, but god this is going to be so weird. One thing I cant do is act all shy. The more confident I am the more he'll be intimidated and then he'll leave me alone.

With that settled I walk out in nothing but a towel and over to my dresser. I see him staring and cut any idea's he has in his little pea size brain in the bud. After that he leaves to wait for me, and even though I don't like him I don't want him standing out in the cold. He's already pissed about not being able to get his bike, and I wouldn't blame him. His bike is absolutely amazing. Its a Kawasaki ninja. I want it so bad, but I guess I'll just have to live with out it for now I think sighing to myself.

Martha and Rick think I only have two cars, and they never ask where I got the money for either which I'm gratefull for. In truth I could probably have any car I wanted since I could just build it, but I don't want to throw my money around. I get what I need for racing and that's it. I have my two other cars which is my 1970 Buick GSX that's yellow with black racing stripes and my 1969 Chevrolet Camaro z 28. Nobody at school knows about it because I hide it at the back of the school in a garage that I have set up. Its completely hidden from wondering eyes, and since I'm a nobody I don't have anyone following me around.  After dropping Aiden off at the corner of the school I park before heading to my usual spot. The slut of the school is there and I really don't feel like getting near her, so I go to the courtyard that's always empty during lunch. I surprised to find student here in the morning but ignore them and sit under the tree. checking my phone I realize that Justin isn't coming into school today since he's sick. I send him a get well message, but am silently cursing him for leaving me alone at here with these maniacs.

Someone sits next to me and I don't bother looking up."Hey sweetheart," he says "Why don't you come sit with us at lunch." I look up shocked to find Tyson sitting next to me smirking.

"Why would I do that," I say venom lacing my words. They all looked shocked except for Aiden who seems to be smiling at some victory. I curse myself and my stupid mouth. Crap what to do. I have to play this off. I am the shy goody two shoes of the school that only speaks when the teacher calls on her. So I start act nervous as though i'm about to get the s**t knocked out of me. I beg Aiden to help me out with my eyes, but he doesn't look at me and keeps talking to himself. What a strange boy.

After cursing myself for sounding weak, but smiling inwardly for convincing them of my innocents they go to say something, but are interrupted by Aidens maniacal laughter. Wtf is he doing. We all look at him and he stops with the look on his face of a puppy dog. While the guys are distracted I sneak away before they end up making me mad and I explode revealing my secret. The less they know about me the better.

The bell rings and I head to class. Aiden walks in shortly after not even pretending to pay attention, and goes straight to sleep. I don't know how he isn't still in like the fifth grade. I have never once seen him do anything in here or any other class I have with him, but that's not my problem.

The school day is uneventful except with a few of Aidens friends making passes on me. Weird, but I decide to ignore it. I'll just have to remember to wear loser pants next time. I usually only wear lose shirts and jean, but today I decide to wear legging with a cute flow top that shows a bit to mush cleavage.Not to sound conceded or anything but I know i'm hot. I have curves and a size C breast though Martha tells me that I may be able to wear a D.  I'm able to hide it well, so I hope they leave me alone after today and I make a mental note to not wear anything like this again.

I head over to Justin's house, and walk in without knocking. He looks startled from his place on the couch, but relaxes soon after. "Hey shortcake, is that Ice cream" he says. At least he said hey before asking about the ice cream I think as I sit on his feet sticking out from beneath the covers.

"Yes it is. Its cookie doe, and strawberry short cake flavored"

"Both at the same time?" He say disgusted.

"No i***t, two different containers," I say handing him a bowl and four big scoops of cookie doe while I eat the strawberry ice cream out of the container. We sit in silence after that exchange watching movies till about 6. Our ice cream is completely gone, but that okay cause his mom just got home with more food. She laughs as she watches us eat then heads to bed. Justin's face falls in worry of his mom. I hold his hand and curl up to him trying to offer comfort.

"She's been really tired lately. I don't know whats wrong and she refuses to go to the docter."

"I'm sure its nothing hot stuff. She'll be okay," I don't really know what else to say. She could be completely fine, and tired from work or she could be really sick. He doesn't want to ask her, so I will after he falls asleep.

"I knew you wanted me."

"What?"

"You called me hot stuff. That means you find me hot." Dang it I just inflated his ego even more, but whatever it got his mind off his mom. We fall asleep like that. We stay cuddled up on the couch till morning.

I wake to being shaken lightly and open my eyes to see Mrs. Carver, Justin's mom, above me. She smiles and says she's going to work and there is cereal  in the pantry. Justin nor I have school today since the teachers have some faculty meeting they have to be at, so we get to sleep in. She begins to walk away but I remember last night and shout "Wait, "

"Yes dear?" She says. She really does remind me of my mom sometimes.

"I just wanted to ask you something, and i'm sorry if it seems rude since its not really my place, but its worrying Justin soo..."

"What is it dear? I promise not to be affended."

"Are you okay? You seem really tired lately and out of energy so are you sick?"

"No I'm not sick. I am planning to tell Justin tomorrow along with his father, but just between us girls, I'm pregnant." Oh, wow I didn't see that coming. Mrs. carver isn't old at all. Justin is sixteen, and his mom had him when she was only eighteen, but still its weird.

"Oh, wow. Congratulations!"

"Thank you dear. I just found out myself, and was waiting for the moment to tell the boys. Truth is I'm almost six month along, but as you can see I am barely showing. The doctors don't know why, but it happens sometime. Lets keep this between us okay?"

"Of course."

"Thank you dear, and try to keep Justin from worrying" She says before wondering of to work. After that I head to the Garage. I'm greeted as I walk in and Jem runs up to. I haven't been hear in about a week and have stacks of papers to sign for the company. I sigh. I was hoping to just be able to come here to work on the new design for a customer, but I have to make sure all the papers are signed. I head to my office and quickly go threw everything. I love Jem he has everything piled up that I need to sign. All I have to do is sign and move on. He takes care of the rest.

Jem was my dads best friend and he is the CEO of the company. He ran it and taught me and Alana the ropes. He knows nothing about cars, but can do any paper work, so he stays in the office a lot. Me and my sister are the once that design the body work for all the cars, then we have a team that designs the engine, before having another team fix and test it to perfection. After that it painted by either me, Alana or our art team. Our company is called Bosh and really is like my only home. My dad created it and ran it. My mom was always an artist and my dad they both shared a love for cars. I don't know why, but its a cool story how everything started.

Alana is at school till four since she live in a different county. It suck but I don't complain of being lonely. I check out the order list and am happy to find two new orders. We're not that known anywhere and since we only do custom makes, our prices are extremely high, but lucky us there are a lot of millionaire that like us. I like keeping things on the down low. It makes sure that every car that's built is exactly right and we aren't rushed. We promise that our cars will be built within a year if not two. That's actually really difficult since we have to do safety testing and all, but we get it done. I go ahead and work on one of the orders crabbing my sketching pad and looking the order sheet over.

I skip over all the engine stuff not needing to read it. The people that build the car will be able to take in the cars build and everything and be able to fit the engine in. They always have before. This persons want a luxury car that's fast but spacey. Usually you want a car low to the ground that's narrow so that you don't have the friction slowing you down, but that doesn't leave room for spacey areas. They want a spoiler, and lime green paint, with doors that open upwards instead of normal. There's few other things but I think I can make this work. After I draw and color the car , I leave it on my desk knowing it will be sent to the customer to see if its what he's looking for before we start moving ahead in the plans.

I head home and walk into the living room to find Rick and Martha curled up together. "Hey kiddo, where have you been." Rick says. My dad use to call me kiddo. It use to get on my nerves so much because I wanted to be an adult. " Amy?" Rick says concerned as I stand there already fell the tears in my eyes.

"Sorry, What?" he frowns but repeats himself.

"Would you like to run up the store to pick out some different paints?"

"Yes. I would love that,"  I say in excitement. He smile, grabs his keys, kisses his wife, and walks to the door.

The ride isn't too awkward, and Rick isn't all that bad. We get to store and start looking threw the paints for a base color. I decide on Caribbean blue for one wall and black for the other three. Rick isn't too happy saying dark color have been proven to make people madder, but I convince him saying the Caribbean blue will cancel that out since its so bright. After that we pick up a few tiny bottle of other paint and go home planning to at least get the base coat down this weekend. I do my homework and go to bed shortly after thinking about the race that I have coming up in three  days.

 Very uneventful i'm aware and i'm sorry its so boring. I believe I have writers block and its definitely showing in all of my stories. I will try to have a more exciting chapter for you next time and I am working on creating a better plot since it seems as of right now this story is going no where. If you have advise I would love it and tell me what you hate and love about the book. It will encourage me to write and I can know what i'm doing wrong.