I was trying to be the good guy and she wasn’t helping me any.
“Don’t even think about it.” I said as I pulled out of the parking lot and up the ramp to merge into the three lanes of traffic.
She pushed my hand aside as she cupped me through my pants. I bit my lip as I tried to focus my attention on the road in front of me. I wasn’t doing a very good job paying attention.
“If you keep that up, you’ll be sorry.” I groaned.
“That was the plan.”
“Not happening, I don’t want to hurt you Chloe.”
She pouted. “You’re not going to hurt me. I’m starting to feel like I’m not wanted.”
I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my hard on. “Now tell me you’re not wanted. All you did was touch me through my pants and I’m about to bust my zipper. Wanting you isn’t the problem.”
“Well I don’t see the issue then. I bet I can change your mind tonight.”
I sighed as I pushed the gas harder when I noticed the bus in the distance. “You’re not going to make this easy are you?”
“Nope, I know you’ll cave eventually.”
We spent the next two hours catching each other up on everything that we’d missed by being apart and fighting over what CD to listen to. As the miles crept by, I started feeling restless and debated pulling over again but I couldn’t think of a reason to. I smacked the steering wheel in aggravation; feeling weak.
Chloe looked up at me in surprise. “What was that for?”
I took a deep breath to control my temper. “Nothing, just tired of driving.”
“We can switch if you want.”
I shook my head. “Nah, I just want out of this car.”
I was not going to let this get to me. I had spent years staying away from drugs and I wasn’t about to relapse after only a few days of using again. I controlled my own actions, not some fucking powder.
Chloe helped to distract me by singing along to the songs she had blaring from the speakers. I laughed as she did as much of a car dance as her ribs would allow. My laughter soon died as I noticed two guys driving next to us watching her. Chloe was oblivious to the attention as I flipped them off and sped up. I had never been the jealous type, not that I had ever cared enough about anyone to get jealous, but with Chloe anytime a guy looked her direction, I wanted to rip his head off. It made life difficult when she was around, since she always seemed to catch men’s eyes without even trying. Her innocence when it came to the opposite sex was cute and all, but sometimes it became annoying when she acted like I was blowing things out of proportion.
Before I knew it, we were following the bus down an exit ramp. We drove through a small town before stopping at a bar just past the city limits. The bar looked small from the outside, but it was a lot better looking than some of the ones we had played in recently. The parking lot was free of any liter and the bar itself looked like it had just recently been painted. I hoped the inside was just as nice, it would be nice to leave a gig without needing to shower right after we finished.
I parked the car next to the bus and got out to stretch my legs. The long ride had made Chloe stiff and I had to help her out of the car. As I pulled her out and shut the door, Jordan and the band stepped off the bus and walked over to us.
Jordan was instantly by her side. “Are you ok? Did you take your pill?”
I felt my temper flare again as I watched him look her over. She didn’t need him to take care of her anymore; I was back around to do that for her. And it wasn’t like I couldn’t take care of her for the couple of hours since he had last seen her.
“I’m fine, and yes I took my pill. Stop acting like you’re my mom.”
He snorted. “Gee thanks, that’s who I was trying to be.”
“Oh, you know what I meant.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as I glared up at Jordan. “You can back off now; I can handle her from here on out.”
I knew I was being an ass, but I couldn’t seem to