The rumble of an engine sounded behind me and I had to stop myself from looking back to see what it was; the soft purr had me curious as just from the sound I could almost feel its power. The car slowed as it approached me and looking over I seen that it was an all black newer Camaro, I had to stop myself from gawking at it because that would have just been rude; the car came to a complete stop just a few feet ahead of me and as I approached the window rolled down.

“This is what you consider having it covered?” Colts voice asked from in the car; I stopped myself from rolling my eyes, it would have to be him that owned such a beautiful piece of machinery.

“Yep.” I said as I continued to walk; the car crept slowly beside me keeping up with my pace.

“Haley get in, it’s over a mile to your house and its past midnight.” Colt said through the open window; I stopped and contemplated my options for a minute before deciding that spending a few minutes with him was better than having to walk all the way home.

          I opened the door and slid myself into the smooth leather seat, it seemed to just form a cocoon around my body; it almost had me wishing that I would have picked one of these instead of my baby, almost. I found my eyes wondering around the interior on their own accord; taking in all the fancy looking knobs and buttons, something that I wasn’t used to at all in my 70. The middle console boasted an array of gauges, the white stitching on the shifter knob was the same stitching as on the seats; the door had a thin light blue light that ran across the middle, giving a low glow to the inside of the car. Yeah this was much nicer than the interior of my car, but I still loved my baby none the less.

“So do you now how to drive this thing?” I asked looking over at Colt as he shifted another gear.

“I’m driving it right now, aren’t I?” He said a smile playing at the edge of his lips.

“No, I mean do you really know how to drive this thing?” I asked trying to hide the excitement in my voice; I knew how powerful this car was and was dieing to experience it for myself.

“Oh, I don’t think that you could handle me really driving this thing. Do you have any idea how much power this car has?” He asked smirking a little bit.

“It’s a 2010 2SS/RS, right?” I asked looking around at the few identifying features of the car.

“Yeah.” He said looking at me a little confused.

“Then I would say it has about 426 horsepower with 420 foot pounds of torque.” I said as a grin of my own crossed my lips; if he thought I didn’t know anything about cars he had another thing coming.

“You know about cars?” He asked sounding highly surprised at my answer.

“I know about Camaro’s.” I replied causing him to let out a, hmm sound, like he was processing that little bit of information.

“So are you going to show me what this thing has got or what?” I asked mentally telling myself not to jump up and down in the seat like I wanted to; I managed to keep it down to small, hopefully unnoticeable shuffling.

“Ok, if you think you can handle it.” He said making a right hand turn away from the direction of my house.

“Oh I can handle it.” I replied; inside I was screaming like a little girl I was so excited for what was about to happen.

          We drove for another fifteen minutes before we came to what was known around town as ’rollercoaster road’; the road had a long straightaway followed by a few sweeping curves then a sharp turn to the right. If you didn’t make the turn to the right there was a small gravel lot that sat on top of a cliff that overlooked the town; probably more known as ’look out point’, the place where all the teenagers went to make out with each other.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Colt asked revenging up the engine where we were stopped in the middle of the road; I squirmed with excitement in my seat.

“Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?” I asked looking over at him with a serious look; I really did want to feel the power of the car I just hoped he knew what he was doing and wouldn’t kill us both.

“I’m sure.” He replied confidently.

“Then I’m ready!” I said turning my attention back to the road ahead of me.

“You better not pee your pants.” He joked lightly but something told me he was serious.

“I‘m not wearing pants.” I replied looking down at my dress with a smirk.

“Well you better not be in my seat then.”

“Ha, I promise I won’t.”

“I want you to hang on.” He said gesturing to the ‘oh shit’ handle right above the door; I rolled my eyes but grabbed the handle anyways.

          Without another word he floored the engine and it roared in all its glory; the tires letting loose slightly as he slammed through the gears. My heart rate was through the roof with adrenaline as our speed continued to climb; slight fear coursed through me as we came up to the first curve. The car slid sideways as Colt downshifted and turned the wheel sending us into a perfect drift around the corner; if I wasn’t in so much shock I would have congratulated him on his driving skills. The car was still sideways as we came up to the next curve that went in the opposite direction; I felt him let off the gas slightly as he whipped the wheel in the opposite direction and the car slid like the tires were made of butter as we drifted through the next curve. He straightened it back out and shifted through two more gears as we came up to the hard right; at what I thought was the last possible second he grabbed the emergency brake and we went sliding through the gravel coming to a complete stop just a few feet from the guardrail that ran along the cliff.

          My breaths were coming out in short fast gasps as I tried to regain feeling in my hand that was white knuckled on the oh shit handle; my heart was racing like I was on the verge of a heart attack and the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins showed no sign of leaving anytime soon. It took me a good minute before I was able to get my breathing and heart rate to return to a semi normal state and looking over at Colt he had the biggest smile I have even seen plastered across his face; he rubbed his hands over the steering wheel a few times, like he was showing the car he was proud of it. It reminded me of something that I often did in my own Camaro, although my baby had never taken me for a ride like that.

“You didn’t pee did you?” He asked after a few more minutes of me just looking at him with what I could only guess was a look complete shock.

“OH MY GOD!” I practically screamed. “That was freaking awesome!” I continued before closing my eyes and leaning my head back in the seat.

“So… you didn’t pee?” He asked again; he seemed a little worried, like I might have actually peed in his car.    

“No I didn’t pee! That was so exhilarating; I could just kiss you right now!” I said regretting my words as soon as they left my mouth; god, that was a stupid thing to say.

“Why don’t you?” He asked leaning closer so that I could feel his breath on my cheek. Oh this was not going in the direction I wanted it to go.

“Because we basically hate each other and that would just be wrong.” I replied shifting in my seat; he leaned back into his own seat giving me the room that I desperately needed at the time.

“Yeah, I guess your right.” He said running his fingers over the stitching on the steering wheel.

“So, I guess you should take me home now.” I said feeling the tension building in the car.

“Yeah.” He replied shortly; putting the car back in gear we started down the road.

          The ride home was complete silence, neither one of us really knowing what to say to each other; once we arrived we said goodbye and I made my way into the house. That night my dreams were filled with the car ride playing over and over again; I actually woke up with my heart beating fast with adrenaline. I spent the next day trying to sort out my feelings for Colt. Did I hate him? Could we somehow be friends? Was he really as bad of a person as I thought he was? Was he serious about wanting me to kiss him?

          I thought about these things for a long time and about half way through the day I came to my conclusion; I did not hate him but I did dislike him, hate was such a strong word and shouldn’t be used lightly. We may be able to be friends if we both somehow manage to hold our tongues and keep our anger in check, that would be easier said than done. I didn’t really know what type of person he was since I never really took the time to find out, I made a note to try and get to know more about him. He was probably just trying to tease me and get under my skin with the whole kiss thing; there really wasn’t any other explanation on why that would have happened.

          I was expecting there to be tension between us Monday at school but it seemed like he just completely forgot about the whole awkward moment in the car; god why couldn’t girls’ brains work like guys did? It seemed like we always had to over think everything and go over every possible outcome of every situation; guys just seemed to have a one way track for a brain and if something didn’t go as expected the just hopped over it and moved on. It made me wonder what they actually thought about most of the time; what did they use all that extra time that wasn’t spent overanalyzing everything thinking about? The more I thought about it the more I realized I really didn’t want to know; the only things that came to mind that they could be thinking about were sex, food and well most likely more sex.

Colt’s POV

          I tried to clear my head as I made the short drive home after dropping off Haley; I just couldn’t wrap my head around my feelings for her. From the first day I saw her there was something about her that I couldn’t seem to get out of my mind; the fact that I caught her checking me out just added to the draw I had to her. I was so used to girls trying every trick in the book they could think of to get with me that when Haley didn’t seem to be as interested as I thought she would be it kind of threw me off a little bit; I’ll be honest I didn’t really know how to react when she wasn’t all over me like I had original expected her to be.

          I don’t know what pushed me to say the things that I did to her that first day, and almost every day after that for that matter; it was like my brain just shut down when I was around her and the only way that we seemed to be able to communicate with each other was by being as rude as possible. I regretted almost everything I said to her the moment the words left my mouth but it just didn’t seem like we were able to talk to each other like normal people; our conversations only flowed when one of us was insulting the other in some way, shape or form. She wasn’t really that far off when she said that we basically hate each other but that was never the way I had originally planned on our relationship working out; if things would have worked out the way I wanted them to the first time I saw her then we would be together as a couple instead of just fighting to try and get along when we were near each other.

          I was surprised to learn that she actually knew about cars, well at least Camaro’s; most girls had a hard enough time just identifying a car let alone knowing anything about them. She was different than any girl I have ever met; it wasn’t just the fact that she knew about cars, she was different in so many other ways too. The way that she never took shit from anybody and seemed to almost live in her own little world most of the time; it was fantasizing to me, it made me want to get into that little brain of hers just so I could get a glimpse at how it worked. The things that Nick had told me about her seemed to be further than the truth than I could have ever imagined; he painted this picture of her to be the type of girl that was impossible to be around and dating her was a complete nightmare but the more I got to know her the less I believed what he had to say about her.

          When her friend passed away she seemed to go into some type of daze for weeks; it was almost as if she didn’t even notice the world that was going on around her. It was hard for me to see her like that, for her not to be her normal smartass self; for a girl that usually seemed like she wouldn’t let anything to get to her, like she could pull through even the roughest of times, the loss of her friend was really having an effect on her. Even now that she seemed like she was getting back to a normal routine I could still see that part of her was broken; I wanted nothing more than to try and fix her, to somehow put the pieces back together for her.

          Seeing her and Sam spend so much time together over the last week was really starting to get to me; I know that I had no claim over her but I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that he was able to just hold a normal conversation with her when I couldn’t even get in two words without us having an argument. When I questioned her about him she claimed that they weren’t together but I still couldn’t help but feel like maybe there was something between them; when she told me that they were going to the dance together I knew I had to find a way to break them up before they got too involved with each other. Even if she claimed that there would never be anything between them I couldn’t risk losing her before I even got my chance to be with her.

          I had phoned my friend Cherish that went to my old school with me. she was a beautiful girl and I knew any guy that seen her wouldn’t be able to say no; she agreed to go with me to the dance in hopes that she would be able to distract Sam long enough that I would get a chance to talk to Haley alone. I never expected her and Sam to actually hit it off together but it turns out that they did; it made me feel a little better about bringing her in the first place seeing that in the end it turned out good for both of us. I only managed to get in one dance with Haley before she left but just holding her in my arms for that short amount of time made me never want to let her go again.

          When I found her walking home that night it was like luck was on my side; I offered her a ride and after a little convincing she accepted. I had always prided myself on being a good driver and when she asked me to take her for a ride I was more than happy to accept the challenge; I half expected her to be scared out of her mind and screaming the whole time but not surprisingly she seemed to have the exact opposite reaction. When she said that she could kiss me I couldn’t resist the urge to lean over closer to her to take her up on the offer; things didn’t play out the way I wanted them to and once again we were back to square one as awkward silence filled the car on the way home. Now here I sat once again trying to sort through my feelings for her; the more I thought about it the more confused I became. Pulling in my driveway I decided to just push it to the back of my mind; I would just have to let things play out and hope that it would lead us to be together in the end.