I agreed but needed to tell my parents that I was home. Most of all I needed to get rid of these damn jeans. It took literally seconds to say hi to my... dad and step mom, and change in to a skirt and halter top. I left the jeans and my wet panties in a heap on the bedroom floor, my sweat shirt and bra tossed on to my bed, and hurried back outside to the car, and Rodger.He had gotten in to the back seat while I was changing, and like earlier, his pants were down around his ankles, and he was. He'd thought she'd been about to tell her they couldn't do this, that it was wrong. As if he hadn't had that argument with himself for the past two years, since she'd turned sixteen and he'd first noticed her smile, her eyes, the way she could dance across a room and bring joy to every face there. Her figure was slight, making her seem younger than her years. But her eyes told a different story.Those eyes, the same sparkling blue as his own, held mystery and depth that he could only guess at.. We made no secret of our relationship. I phoned Rex to make sure he was aware of our decision and while he was surprised and wondered how this had all come about so soon, he had no objection. I knew what he was thinking ... if for some reason our affair came to a crashing end ... but I was confident that couldn’t possibly happen.Since Georgette Smith had at least some hand in putting us together, Gabrielle had no concerns about revealing just how successful the plot between the two of them had. I hated this bus. It was old and run down, and made terrible squealing noises every time it braked. The bus driver wasn't much better, old and run down, and made terrible squealing noises every time a kid acted out. If things got slightly too loud for his taste, which was practically above a whisper, then he would come over the intercom system and yell at us to shut up.I walked down the aisle of the bus looking for Cam, my best friend. In the back I noticed his short cropped blonde hair.