Jett

 

Keanna sounded like she was in a great mood on the phone. It’s nice to see the stress of the school year evaporate, if only for a little while. I’m so proud of her for doing this college thing. I’m not even in college yet, and honestly, I don’t even want to go. Here’s hoping the motocross gig earns me enough money to retire early. Keanna is the star in this relationship. She’s the smart one, even if she doesn’t think so. She’s the one who takes care of me and makes my life so much easier. 

I put up my bike and head inside to take a quick shower before she gets here. Tomorrow we’ll be heading to Dallas bright and early in the morning, so she’s coming to spend the night with me tonight. Sometimes I wish she’d just stay over here every single night, but since we’re neighbors, it’s not that hard to see each other. Keanna says it would be too weird if she stayed every night, because it’d be like she was living with me while I live with my parents. I totally get where she’s coming from, even though my parents are pretty damn cool.

As I shower, I think back to the life I had before I met her. I was going down a shitty path in life, much the same as most of the guys I know in motocross. Dating whoever, whenever, hooking up with hot girls just for the fun of it. I know my dad hated it, and I can’t blame him. When I met Keanna, I fell hard for the girl. All that other shit in my past just disappeared in an instant, and now, even thinking about the idea of random hookups makes me feel sick to my stomach. How could a guy want to live a life like that when you can have a perfect girlfriend every single day?

I love my parents, but I think it’s a little more than obvious that they love Keanna more than me now. I snort out a laugh as I get out of the shower and get dressed. Keanna is the girl who saved me from a reckless and stupid path in life. They have every reason to love her, and I’m glad they do.

After I get dressed, I stare at the open suitcase on my bed. It’s huge enough for Keanna to crawl inside and zip up—we know because we tried it out for fun once—and it’s black with the blue Team Loco logo on it. I could bring anything I want to, and yet I suck at packing. Right now I have three pairs of jeans, some sleep shorts, a few boxers, and some socks.

I freaking hate packing. I always forget something, from my phone charger to a knee brace or that one time when I forgot to bring my toothbrush but brought two tubes of toothpaste instead. Packing is the worst.

“I’m here,” Keanna calls out, her voice faint as it travels from downstairs all the way up to my room.

“In my room,” I call back. “I need help!”

I can hear her angelic laugh as she jogs up the stairs. “Let me guess?” she says, appearing in my doorway. “Your suitcase is too vast and big and you have no idea what to put in it?”

“Yep,” I say, meeting her at the door. I slide my arms around her waist and pull her close. She smells like green apple shampoo and a little like a Mexican restaurant.

“You’re a grown man, you know that right?” she says playfully, her nails scratching lightly down my back as I hold her close to me. “Nineteen years old and you can’t even pack a suitcase.”

“I can pack it, I’m just not good at it.” I make a pouty face and she rolls her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I got you.”

I slide my hands under her ass and lift her off the floor. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to my bed and sit her down carefully. “I love you,” I whisper, my lips against hers.

“Do you love me, or do you love my packing skills?” she whispers back.

I kiss her. “Both.”

She laughs and pushes me away. “Let’s see what train wreck you’ve assembled here,” she says, going through my clothing. “There’s not a single shirt… were you planning on spending all week showing off those abs?”

I lift my shirt and flex the six pack I work so hard to maintain. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

She rolls her eyes and stands up, heading to my closet. “I will get you some shirts, you dork.”

I turn on my TV and set it to the YouTube app so we can listen to music. “Are you packed yet?”

“Yeah, I left my suitcase downstairs by the back door because it’s ridiculously heavy,” Keanna says. “I brought those books for Aiden’s sister.”

“She’ll love that,” I say. Aiden is also on Team Loco, and he has a little sister who is as obsessed with reading as Keanna is. She had an extra set of some teen romance series after she won an autographed set online, so she promised to give it to her.

I walk up behind Keanna while she takes my clothes off hangers and folds them neatly into my suitcase. I slide my hands up her back and rub her shoulders. I hear her release a soft sigh, see her head tilt to the side as I massage her back. But she keeps working, diligently sorting my outfits for the week. I lean forward and kiss her neck. She freezes.

“Baby, I can’t focus if you do that.”

“Who needs focus?” I whisper, kissing her again. I grab her waist and tug her up against me.

She giggles. “Let me finish packing and then we can continue this.”

I heave a big sarcastic sigh and then rest my chin on her shoulder, watching her continue to fold clothes and ignore me hanging out behind her. “Okay, I guess I can wait.”

“Such a horn dog,” she mutters, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

“I upgraded to the paid Spotify subscription so we’ll have awesome tunes while we drive,” I say, trying to change the subject since I’m all ready to strip her clothes off and throw her on the bed. “Should make the trip more fun.”

“Awesome,” she says. “I’ve been to Dallas and San Antonio a million times, but I’m excited for Vegas.”

“Yeah?” I say, watching her face light up with excitement.

She nods. “It sucks that we aren’t old enough to drink, but I can’t wait to see the Strip all lit up at night. And I want to try that Vegas Cupcakes place. All their cupcakes are ridiculously fancy and are supposed to be the best ones in the country. I think it’ll be awesome. It’ll be even better if you win your race.”

I grin and watch her work, helping me once again do something I’m not good at. This girl is my angel. Vegas will be really fun because we’ll have three days there and I only race one of those days.

Maybe I’ll find a place in Vegas that would make the perfect spot…

I grin as my heart fills with anticipation and excitement.

Yes. Vegas.

Maybe I’ll do it then.