Chapter 11
by 
MissNix
Where do you sit? Or do you not ride?
Jon offers his lap...
"Hey new girl, Brooke, right?" Jon smiled from the back seat. His white pearly teeth shined in the sunlight and light up his dimple face. His emerald green eyes beamed at me.
"Yes?" I said as I cocked my head towards him and smiled. "Hmm?"
"You should come here and sit on my lap." He says as he opens the door. " I don't bite. I'd offer you my seat, but I don't think Steve would let me sit on his lap."
"That'd be gay." Steve said quickly, everyone ignoring him.
Jon patted his lap as an invite. I bit my lower lip. You want to say yes. Look at those strong arms, and how he demands your attention like that. A voice in my head tells me. I try to shake it out of my mind and look at Alicia who gives me a look of concern.
With her eyebrow raised, she whispers "I could sit with the guys you know."
You consider her offer for a moment. You know you wanna sit in his lap.
