Ella's Twisted Senior Year by Amy Sparling

Author:Amy Sparling [Sparling, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1533103577
Amazon: B01F232CP0
Published: 2016-05-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I give Ethan a serious look. “Okay, we have a problem.”

He stops at the stop sign by the playground in our neighborhood and looks over at me. “What is it?”

I almost giggle because the seriousness in his eyes says he’s actually concerned. I hold up the carton of fries, keeping my expression hard.

“There’s only one fry left,” I say with a deep sorrow in my voice. “I think we’ll have to fight each other for it.”

He smirks and lets off the brake, steering us toward his house. “Should we suit up and make a wrestling ring in the back yard? Or just duel it out in the driveway?”

“Oh, Ethan you adorable idiot,” I say lightly as I hold the fry carton in the air like it’s a prized trophy. “We can’t duel over the fry at your house. Your mom will totally find out and then bust us for eating food from the dark side.

He slows down as he maneuvers around cars parked on the side of the road. “Looks like the showdown begins now.” His elbows lift and he leans down, giving me a fake evil glare.

“Looks like I have the advantage since I’m holding the fry cup,” I say, poking my nose in the air.

He rolls down his window and my eyes narrow. “What are you doing? There’s no fries outside.”

In a flash, he grabs the carton from me and holds it out of the window. “Now there is,” he says with a smile that makes a shiver run up my spine.

I grab for his right arm, which is on the steering wheel while the other arm taunts me with the last fry out of the window.

“You are pure evil, Ethan Poe.”

He throws his head back and laughs maniacally.

“Look what you did,” I say, folding my arms across my chest. “We’re at your house now. That fry is officially contraband. Your mom likes me more,” I say, reaching over his lap and grabbing for his arm. He’s strong enough that I’m not getting anywhere, despite my efforts. “You should let me take it because she won’t get as mad at me.”

He shakes his head and leans to the right to let the fry slip further from my grasp. I’m practically crawling into his lap now, one hand on his knee and the other one grabbing for the container. “Why-are-your-arms-so-long?” I grunt out as I struggle to overpower him.

“Looks like I’m the winner,” he says. No, whispers. His lips are just inches from my ear and I pull back slightly, still hovering all over his side of the truck.

Butterflies freak out in my stomach and now there’s no way I could eat that fry even if I wanted to. I watch his eyes trail down to my lips and back up. We have to be thinking the same thing. Dangerous thoughts will only get me hurt again, so I sigh and lean back into the middle of the bench seat.

“I have an idea,” I say, taking a deep breath to calm my raging desire to kiss him.

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