Car trouble

dear diary, my teen angst bullshit, has a body count

He doesn't have a diary but he does have a body count.

Eight

Six students, a teacher and a bus driver.

There were more subtle ways he could have killed two kids that wanted to fuck up his life but he was a Casablancas, as a whole they were a pretty showy bunch.

He wishes it was nine.

Veronica just caused problems and she wasn't even with Logan any more so he really didn't see much of a reason for her to stay alive.

Maybe he'll kill her anyway. He could easily blame it on the Fitzpatrick's or... well a lot of people really. The girl wasn't very well liked.

He was going for number nine tonight anyway.

Curly Moran had outlived his usefulness.

Or at least he would be if he hadn't locked his keys in his god-damned car.

He slammed his fists against the roof.

"Umm are you okay?" A feminine voice asked behind him. He turned and saw Veronica's only female friend (he'd seen her at lunch a bunch, all she ever did was talk to Veronica and Wallace and make fun of his brother). Ghostworld. He didn't know her actual name.

His stomach tightened.

"Locked my keys..." He tapped the glass and a bright smile settled into her face. She ripped open a folder, pulling out the metal and moved around her car. A soft green convertible beetle.

She shimmied him out of her way, her hip against him and a shock of feeling flooded his body at the contact. He hadn't felt anything remotely similar to what he was sure was a rush of teenage hormones in his entire life.

Frozen from the waist down was another 'gift' Woody had given him.

"Have you ever done that before?" He asks leaning against the car watching her. There's a look of concentration on her face as she slides the metal down between the window and door.

"No but I've seen it done a lot." She shrugs, "how hard can it be?"

Apparently very.

No matter what angle she holds the metal nothing seems to click. She takes the metal sticks out of the car and rests her head against the glass, her shoulders heave in a sigh and her brown hair tumbles over her shoulder to create a curtain.

There is a chunk of bright red in her hair and it reminds him pleasantly of blood, his hand moves of its own accord and sweeps her hair back.

She turns to look at him with wide blue eyes and flushed cheeks, "I really thought I could get it. Do you want a lift home? It's the least I can do after wasting your time."

The funny thing is it doesn't feel like wasted time at all. And the flush in her face as she looks at him is reward enough. And the least she could do is shrug and leave him here, like any 09er would do (did).

"A lift would be nice." He smiles at her and it seems to do something to her because her eyes drop to his mouth and then quickly away.

The realisation that she finds him attractive is an oddly powerful heart thumping thing. She brushes her hand across his as she stands up, removing his hand from her silky strands.

She tosses the metal into the back of her convertible and drops into the driver's seat. He gets in and she starts up her car.

Curly can wait...maybe he'll just take Kendall's car.

He has to go to Logan's stupid life is short party anyway...

He turns to her, "are you going to Logan's party tonight?" He asks and something holds onto his lungs in a painful enthralling kind of way as he waits for her answer.

A bright smile crosses her face as she pulls up to a stop light.

"Are you inviting me to a party without introducing yourself?"

"Oh god." The tightening in his body gets painful, he's pretty sure he's going to die right here in Ghost Worlds car, he hadn't even thought about introducing himself, he hadn't needed to do it in years (Beaver, Dick's brother) "Cassidy." He supplies when he realises that she's waiting.

"Mac." She smiles, a flush to her face that he's proud is because of him, "and no I wasn't going to go. Bunch of 09er bravado and posturing? No thanks..."

He actually deflates. He can see it in the side mirror, he rubs the back of his neck and a silence falls across the car as she turns it toward the zip code she seems to despise.

He doesn't know what to say, god how the hell does Dick do this all the time? He gets shot down frequently but he had this weird ability to turn it into an opportunity, no wonder dad liked him better.

"If you're going to be there..."She shrugs, "it might not be that bad." She bites her lip and focuses on the road and the grip on his insides let's go. He has no idea how anyone does this, this up and down emotions bullshit, they're killing him.

"Yeah Logan's parties aren't usually quiet the bacchanal as Dick's," he watches her mouth quirk at that, "plus it's at someone else's house so it has the added benefit of being able to leave." He shrugs.

"Your Dick's brother?" She confirms, turning down a different street without his instruction. He finds he hates that she knows where Dick lives, "that must be awful." She says it so seriously that he can't help but laugh.

"Yeah most of the time."

She speeds down the long tree-lined street towards the large white gates of his house.

"So you'll come to the party?" He shrugs, "I mean it won't be that awful if I have someone around to make fun of people with." He's trying to brush it off like it doesn't really matter and he's pretty sure he's failing spectacularly at it.

Even if he is she doesn't seem to mind at all, her face is flushed and she keeps looking over at him, she shrugs, "I could probably swing by..." The gates are open and she drives up to the front door. Her eyes widen and he feels oddly ashamed of the unnecessary opulence of his house.

He gets out but turns back to her, "I'll see you tonight?" He asks and hates how weak it sounds.

she nods and swallows, "But if this is some weird 09er prank, I will end you." She tells him and there's a beautiful darkness to her voice that makes blood rush away from his brain.

"What would you do?" He asks because even thou there was weight behind her words, and it hadn't sounded like an empty threat, he wants to know because the very idea makes his blood rush and heat.

She leans over towards him and he moves in to her, "would you prefer I transfer your trust fund to green peace or the SPCA?" He watches her as she speaks and its all dark intelligent eyes and wet mouth and he finds he wants to kiss her.

Badly.

He leans further into the car, his hands clamped on the door and crashes his mouth against hers, her mouth drops in surprise and he uses it against her, deepening the kiss. He feels her hand move up to him and he's sure he's being too forward for a nice girl like Mac, that she's going to push him away but her fingers slide into his hair and her mouth is moving against his and he'd stay like this forever.

A cat call breaks them apart and he twists angrily towards the front door where Dick is leaning casually against the door frame.

"I...I have to go." Mac spills out and he steps away from the car and watches as Mac speeds away.

A heavy arm lays across his shoulders and he knows Dick has moved, "you slumming it with Ghostworld?" There's something off about Dick's tone that he doesn't quiet get but he knows he doesn't like.

Cassidy pushes Dick off him and storms into the house, "never talk to me again!" He yells retreating upstairs.

He can hear Dick's footsteps behind him and the front door closing, "dude, calm down, I was just out there because I was going to pick you up."

He stops at this surprised, "really?" He turns to look at Dick whose keys are still in his hand.

"Yeah, but I see you got it covered..."A smirk pulls across his face he seems oddly proud.

"She probably won't come now." He mutters but his eyes widen and he points angrily at Dick.

"I don't know," he smiles, "she looked like she was cumming to me."

"Dude." Cassidy sends his fist into Dick's arm. He's pleased by the flash of pain across his brothers face.

Dick stands in the hall rubbing his arm, "I was going to go to the range, you wanna come?"

"You weren't going to pick me up were you?" He asks but they start walking to Dick's truck anyway.

Dick shrugs, "I was going to swing by to see if you were still there on my way man, I'm not heartless."

A/N: another of the cell phone gifts. Hope you like