Chapter FiveRemarkably, the drive into town wasn’t at all awkward. Maybe that had something to do with the Metallica CD my new found companion had chosen for the ride. To other girls of my age, it might have been off-putting, but to me, it somehow made me trust him. Unlike my old best friend, Bobby, from Gilford High, his taste in music didn’t make me want to shove cotton wool in my ears.
As if he sensed the way that my body relaxed as soon as the radio began to blast Enter Sandman, he glanced at me and smiled, “So you’re a Metallica fan?”
“What gave you that impression?”
“You didn’t slam the off switch as soon as it came on like most girls do.” The corner of his lip twitched up in a half-smile, and he turned his attention back to the road.
“I was never really a pop girl.” I shrugged a
