forum I Need Another Shipping O/O... (Closed)

Started December 11, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(All right.)

Sterling reached his locker at the end of the day and spun the lock a few times to open it. After shoving his books into his plain, black backpack, he shouldered it and started down the hallway to the doors.

Willow closed her locker after gathering her books, and slid them into her bookbag, shouldering it. Catching a glimpse of Sterling, she shoved through the crowd of people to get to him. Doing so got a couple of curse words thrown her way, but she shrugged them off.

Finally reaching him, she pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear. "Hey Sterling,"

Sterling glanced over his shoulder at Willow and gave her a small smile. “Willow. Hey. What’s up?”

"Nothing much, just my backpack getting heavier by the day," she jokes, sending a half-smile his way.

“Homework?” Sterling asked, returning the smile.

Willow finger gunned at him. "You know it,"

They came to the doors leading to the outside, and she pushed it open, holding it for Sterling to pass through.

“Hey, ladies first, remember?” Sterling teased with a grin as he moved to take the door from her.

Willow rolled her eyes and laughed, allowing him to take the door from her. "Such a gentleman," she teased back playfully.

"Chivalry isn't dead, folks!" Sterling joked with a grin as he followed her out the door.

Willow covered her laugh with a hand, and turned towards him once he let the door close. She ran a hand up and down her arm, a nervous habit of hers. "Uh, Sterling? Thanks for letting me sit with you guys today," Willow gave him a bright smile.

“Yeah, it was no problem. It was cool talking to you,” Sterling said, giving her that famous half-grin. “You taking a bus today?”

"Ah, no," she bashfully rubbed the back of her neck, and pointed to her old Ford 250. "I just hope it starts."

Sterling glanced at the car and chuckled. “Man… Yeah. I’m actually right next to you, too,” he said, walking over to the black Mustang.

Sterling glanced at the car and chuckled. “Man… Yeah. I’m actually right next to you, too,” he said, walking over to the black Mustang.

Willow blushed, remembering she almost hit the car this morning. She would've been more careful if she knew it was the Sterling Ainsley's.

"Nice car," she called before getting in her own truck. She slid the keys into the ignition and turned them. And turned them. And turned them.

Her mom was going to kill her for this. This was the third time since the school year began that her stupid car wouldn't start. Willow put her head in her and hands. What am I going to do?

Sterling glanced over at Willow, hearing her trying to start her car. He climbed out of his own and walked over, tapping on the window a couple of times to catch her attention.

Willow heard the tapping, and opened her car door, peeking over the top. "Sterling?"

“Need a ride?” Sterling asked, a hint of laughter in his voice as he smirked at her.

Willow blushed. "Uh, yeah, that would be nice," she stumbled over her words. She locked her car door, even though no one would want to steal this rust bucket, and followed Sterling to his car.

“All right, then. Hop in,” Sterling said, moving to the passenger door and opening it for her. “I’ll need your address, too.”

(I apologize that I haven't been on; I had some family stuff going on)

"Thanks, Sterling, it's much appreciated." Willow climbed in. She debated to tell him the address right away, or having him park a little from her house. She knew she didn't live in a nice neighborhood, and with someone with as much money as Sterling, it felt embarrassing. "I, uh, I live at 189 24th Street," she said, choosing not to meet his eyes.