Pole Position by H. M. Montes Read Free Book Online

impatient.  *I have my wing-man ready and waiting right beside me Chass, answer the question.* I now had Asher’s attention from turning around twice in my seat, she leaned over grabbed my phone, read the text messages then looked at me with her eyebrows raised then turned and looked back at Jay that I’m guessing was smiling big at her. I yanked my phone out of her hands, *Jay seriously why does it matter?  That was NOT even a kiss between us!  Now STOP texting me! Where’s the professor anyways?* Then Asher text me *U HAVE A SHIT TON OF EXPLNIN TO DO BITCH!* I let out a frustrated sigh and looked over at Asher that was trying not to bust out laughing.  *JAY? Who the FUCK is Jay? The professor is probably banging some chic he’ll come in with about twenty minutes left of class.* I sent Asher a text, *Not really, and didn’t his friend call him Jay in the hallway that night?*  I replied to his text * U R Jay!* I heard him laugh then he cleared his throat, *Ok for starters my name is NOT Jay, they call me J. Short for Jet.  2 nd of all, baby when I kiss you trust me it’s going to be when you’re underneath me as I slowly worship your body until we are covered in sweat and you are crying out my name…just don’t call me JAY!* I read his text and could feel myself blushing, I squirmed in my seat at the thought of his sweaty body covering mine.  Asher replied, *Yeah Jay, is what the friend called him. Whts he txtn u tht has you blushing & all antsy in ur seat???* Asher sent back.
    Just as I was getting ready to reply the professor walked in with exactly twenty minutes of class left. He assigned us some chapters to read with a report due the following day then dismissed us fifteen minutes early.  I shoved my laptop into my back pack and practically ran out of the room. 
    Asher was right behind me laughing , “Whoa whoa we have some time to TALK lady so spill the beans and let me see your phone, I have to read that conversation.” She told me then yanked my phone out of my grip.  She threw her head back and laughed, “Jet, J, is for JET.  Now what about that, (she cleared her throat), NOT kiss?” she asked as we started walking towards our next class. 
    “Yeah what about that “Not..Kiss” , Jet said with a laugh from beside me.   I rolled my eyes and walked faster, Asher had to almost run to keep up with me.
    “Jesus, Chassis slow down, what is going on?” she asked and sounded concerned.  I looked back to see Jet standing there staring at me with his hands tucked inside the front pockets of his blue jeans.  I turned back to Asher and gave her a replay of what happened the night before. 
    “Asher, I don’t get it.  Lance is smoking hot, super sweet and wants to take things slow but when he kisses me I don’t feel anything.  Jet barely placed a kiss on my lips, my heart was beating so hard against my chest I’m pretty sure he could hear it, my body was just waiting for his next touch, it’s like a million volts of electricity slowly working their way through my body when he gets close to me.  Then when he text that about me being under him, (I sighed), I could actually picture myself being there and knew exactly what he was talking about.   None the less Jet is sexy as sin” I told her.  
    She threw her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into her side, “Fire and gasoline baby, that’s what you and Jet are.  There’s still something about him though that makes me nervous.  I don’t think he’s going to hurt you physically, but I’d keep my guard up around that heart of yours.  I have a feeling he’s either a player or will end up breaking your heart, just be careful.  Try to see how things go with Lance, if you don’t feel that spark, maybe you two will be better off as friends.  Just remember I’m here for you no matter what…Okay?” she told me. 
    I smiled over at her , “Thank you, I just don’t want everything to get complicated, I don’t know either of them