I parked my car a fair distance away to allow Mrs Walsh to pull out of the driveway safely. I got a better view of Jen as I approached her. She was wearing yet another pair of super tiny shorts, which I loved, a Coldplay t-shirt and converse shoes. Her hair was long and flowing to her back, those golden locks of hers. 
                          
She looked effortless but still hot. 
                          
No, beautiful. 
                          
Then she smiled at me. 
                          
Hot damn. 
                          
She said something to her mom and I could tell she was a bit confused as to why I was there. I had to say something and quickly.
                          
"Hi," was all I managed.
                          
"Hey," her smile widened. "What are you doing hear?"
                          
"I didn't think my apology to you the other day was enough so I thought maybe I could drive you to school. That's if you want." I scratched the back of my head nervously. 
                          
"My mom and I were just about to leave..." she trailed off but then I heard her mom cut in.
                          
"You can take her if you want Jason, it would surely save me some time," Mrs Walsh said with an impatient tone. 

                          
"Um, okay. Let me just get my stuff." Jen grabbed her backpack from the car and then got into the back of the car slowly. I kinda enjoyed the view when she bent over to get inside. This girl. 
She carefully held the painting I had done, trying not to damage it but I could tell she was kinda struggling with it.
                          
"Let me help with that"
                          
"No, no. You painted it. The least I could do is carry it to the car"
                          
"No I insist, gimme", I demanded. We said goodbye to Mrs Walsh and she pulled out of the driveway as we were walking to my car. I put the painting in the backseat. She was about to hop into the passenger seat before I stopped her. 
                          
"Allow me", I said, opening the door for her.
                          
"You really don't have to do that"
                          
"Why not?"
                          
"I'm not your girlfriend," she chuckled. 

                          
"Well you're a girl who is my friend. That's close enough."She laughed and hopped into the car, giving me another fantastic view of her bum. Damn. I walked to the driver's side of the car and jumped in. I buckled my seat belt and she did the same. I stared at her for a bit.
                          
"Did you want to do that for me too?" she asked. I looked at the seat belt which crossed the middle of her very prominent chest.
                          
"Maybe," I smirked. 
                          
Jennifer:
                          
The car ride to school was mostly silent. I got goosebumps one time when Jason's hand was going for the gearshift and he accidentally grazed the skin of my bare thigh. I hope he didn't notice though. He was having way more of an effect on me than I would've liked. After all as he'd said, we're just friends.
                          
 He pulled into the school parking lot and when he'd parked he got out of the car and opened the door for me.
                          
Again.