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sober,
drunk, her mouth was unbearable.
    “What’s that Jason?” I asked.
    He smirked at me and lowered his eyes. “It’s
your stuff, to stay the night.”
    Hunter led Chelsea back to her room, to leave
us to a bit of privacy.
    “Jason, what the hell?
    “What the hell what? And could you please
refrain from cursing, it’s very unladylike.”
    He knew I was irritated and yet, in his own
condescending way, he egged it on.
    “Nothing, let’s just go.” I started to walk
for the door when he caught up to me and grabbed my hand. “You have
my friend pissed at me -- you were pissed at me. Best to get out of
here before I manage to piss anyone else off.”
    He turned me around to face him, kissed my
forehead, and then tugged me by the hand and lead me out of the
apartment.
     
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    The drive from SSDU to La Jolla was normally
a 20 minute drive, but with Friday night traffic, it easily turned
into an hour. A guitar filled classic song was blared on the radio.
Jason had been attentive to the road, and by my own assumptions, he
sensed my mood, so he didn’t say much -- besides singing along to
the song.
    I finally had enough of the avoidance, so I
broke the stalemate. “So why was it so important for me to come to
your place tonight?”
    He looked at me with a nervous glance and
then looked back to the road.
    “Jason, answer me!” I really hated being
ignored.
    “Well, my dear, if you must know, then you
will just have to sit still for another 10 minutes or so and you
will surely find out.” He smiled a very arrogant smile, as if he
knew that I was going to be thrilled by whatever he had
planned.
    I sat back in my seat and sang along to the
tune as well.
    A few moments later, we exited the freeway.
The closer we got to Jason’s house, the more vibrant his mood
became. It was infectious, as I was beginning to allow the anger
that had built up inside of me to subside.
    After what seemed like a trip through the
world’s largest maze, we pulled up to a one story, white stone
house, with a driveway that felt like it was the length of the
Charger’s football field. The grass on either side of it was the
perfect hue of hunter green, and cut to perfection. If I wasn’t
mistaken, it even had designs in it. There were small lights
bordering the lawn, and in the middle of the yard, on the right
hand side was a large water fountain statue.
    Jason clicked the remote control to the
garage and pulled the Raptor into its space. He had a three car
garage on this house, and as we pulled up, I wondered why he needed
all of this space. The truck was parked next to what looked like a
Mustang. It had to have been a special edition, because it was
unlike most Mustangs that I had seen on the road.
    Finally, next to the Mustang was a
motorcycle. Jason’s story of living the life of a student and not
having much, crept back into my mind. His idea of slumming it was
drastically different from anything that I knew.
    I sensed Jason was filled with glee, and he
could see it in my eyes as well. He parked the truck, grabbed my
hand and kissed it.
    “I wanted you here tonight so that I could
show you my life, and try to make you a part of it.”
    My words failed me -- I had nothing to say,
so I just sat there quietly trying to take it all in. Jason hopped
out of the truck, came around to my side, and opened my door. I
jump down into his waiting arms, and he kissed me.
    “This is my baby, my Shelby GT500. This is
all I wanted in life, and my dad made me work my ass off, but I
finally got her -- about three months ago.” I smiled, taking in her
beauty. “She’s brand new, and I don’t drive her much, but I have
plans for her and you… my girls are going to be close.”
    “I thought this was some sort of special
Mustang, I don’t see many of these on the road.”
    Jason was overcome with excitement, and I
even thought I saw a twinkle in his eyes.
    “Nope, you won’t. With all of the extras my
dad and I added to her, she was well over