17 Years Old
Tate
"I don't think this is a good idea Camden." Biting my nails I eye the green T-bird.
"Babe, how are you ever going to learn if you don't try?" Camden, opens the driver side door with a lazy grin spreading across his face. His blond hair is long and falling in his eyes effortlessly. Seriously, how did I get so lucky to land the ruggedly good looking Camden Steel? Of course I don't ask him that, his ego is big enough. I've had my permit for a while now, but with mom's death I just didn't ever get around to getting my license. Camden has been up my ass about getting it.
"What if I wreck it?" I worry.
"Then, you've added some character to it," he laughs.
Knowing I'm not going to get out of this, I slide behind the wheel. The seats are clothed and soft, and the steering
