it up to me. You’ll have to jump me.” He laughed and shook his head. “Come on, I know you know how to jump a girl.” He shook his head again but I could tell he was enjoying our banter.
“Let me go pull my car around. Can you stay out of trouble till I get back?” I nodded and smiled.
As soon as I couldn’t see him anymore, I went into my gym bag and changed out of my sweaty tank top and sprayed body spray all over me. I closed the door as I heard his truck approach. He stepped out of his truck and I watched his eyes take in my appearance of a sports bra and cheer shorts.
I shrugged. “It’s hot.”
He groaned and gestured with his head to the front of my car. “Make yourself useful and pop the hood please.” I giggled and did as I was told.
He folded the cuffs of his sleeves to avoid getting them dirty and I watched as he effortlessly brought the life back in my car. It didn’t take him long to jump start my battery.
“Here ,” I said as I poured my water bottle out on his hands and he rubbed them together, cleaning off the oil. I handed him a towel next.
“You’re all set, Miss Edwards.”
“Thanks. Why are you working so late?” I asked, throwing the empty water bottle in the passenger side of my car.
“I was grading test s and coming up with material for next week.”
I leaned my back on my car . “Oh. Are you always this much of a planner? Sometimes it’s nice to live on the edge, you know? Not plan anything and just let things happen.”
His eyes changed to a hint of curiousness in them, “Is that how you live your life?” he interrogated.
“Not really, just when the mood strikes. I’m actually quite a planner. Mack and I know exactly what we are going to do with our lives. It’s all set out ,” I simply responded.
“Sometimes things don’t work out the way you assume they will.”
“Not with me and Mack, we’re like sisters and have had these plans since we were kids.”
He nodded in understanding . “I can see that.”
I could feel the butterflies in my stomach . “You’ve been watching me?”
He cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side. “I observe all my students.”
“Is that all I am? J ust a student?” I rasped in a sexy voice.
His eyes narrowed like he was contemplating what to say. “Go home, G.”
I stepped closer . “Is that what you want?”
He stepped back . “It’s irrelevant what I want. Go home.” He turned to leave.
“Mr. Nichols…” He paused and looked at me. “Thanks for jumping me, I hope it was as fulfilling for you as it was for me,” I teased.
He chuckled and shook his head , placing his hands in his pockets. “Good night, Miss Edwards.”
I want ed to remember those times, the happy ones, the ones where no one was around and it was just us.
But I couldn’t…I mostly recalled the ones of hatred.
“We call Gianna Skyler Edwards to the stand.”
I placed my hand on the Bible. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”
I nodded.
“Please answer yes or no to the question,” I heard the judge announce.
“Yes.”
The bailiff took the Bible and walked away. The District Attorney approached me and nodded at me, calming me down.
“Is your name Gianna Skyler Edwards?”
“Yes.”
“Were you born on October 17, 1987?”
“Yes.”
“Do you live at 155 Creswalt Drive?”
“Yes.”
“Where were you the night of March 7, 2005?”
I looked straight across the room at the double doors. I never once looked at McKenzie or Mr. Nichols. I couldn’t look at either of them. I had to stay strong.
“I was with McKenzie at the football game.”
“What happened at the game ?”
“We were drinking in the parking lot.”
“What happened during that time in the parking lot? Did you see Mr. Nichols?”
“I object , Your Honor. He’s leading the witness,” his lawyer declared.
“Your Honor, I will rephrase.”
“Motion denied Counsel,” the
“Let me go pull my car around. Can you stay out of trouble till I get back?” I nodded and smiled.
As soon as I couldn’t see him anymore, I went into my gym bag and changed out of my sweaty tank top and sprayed body spray all over me. I closed the door as I heard his truck approach. He stepped out of his truck and I watched his eyes take in my appearance of a sports bra and cheer shorts.
I shrugged. “It’s hot.”
He groaned and gestured with his head to the front of my car. “Make yourself useful and pop the hood please.” I giggled and did as I was told.
He folded the cuffs of his sleeves to avoid getting them dirty and I watched as he effortlessly brought the life back in my car. It didn’t take him long to jump start my battery.
“Here ,” I said as I poured my water bottle out on his hands and he rubbed them together, cleaning off the oil. I handed him a towel next.
“You’re all set, Miss Edwards.”
“Thanks. Why are you working so late?” I asked, throwing the empty water bottle in the passenger side of my car.
“I was grading test s and coming up with material for next week.”
I leaned my back on my car . “Oh. Are you always this much of a planner? Sometimes it’s nice to live on the edge, you know? Not plan anything and just let things happen.”
His eyes changed to a hint of curiousness in them, “Is that how you live your life?” he interrogated.
“Not really, just when the mood strikes. I’m actually quite a planner. Mack and I know exactly what we are going to do with our lives. It’s all set out ,” I simply responded.
“Sometimes things don’t work out the way you assume they will.”
“Not with me and Mack, we’re like sisters and have had these plans since we were kids.”
He nodded in understanding . “I can see that.”
I could feel the butterflies in my stomach . “You’ve been watching me?”
He cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side. “I observe all my students.”
“Is that all I am? J ust a student?” I rasped in a sexy voice.
His eyes narrowed like he was contemplating what to say. “Go home, G.”
I stepped closer . “Is that what you want?”
He stepped back . “It’s irrelevant what I want. Go home.” He turned to leave.
“Mr. Nichols…” He paused and looked at me. “Thanks for jumping me, I hope it was as fulfilling for you as it was for me,” I teased.
He chuckled and shook his head , placing his hands in his pockets. “Good night, Miss Edwards.”
I want ed to remember those times, the happy ones, the ones where no one was around and it was just us.
But I couldn’t…I mostly recalled the ones of hatred.
“We call Gianna Skyler Edwards to the stand.”
I placed my hand on the Bible. “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”
I nodded.
“Please answer yes or no to the question,” I heard the judge announce.
“Yes.”
The bailiff took the Bible and walked away. The District Attorney approached me and nodded at me, calming me down.
“Is your name Gianna Skyler Edwards?”
“Yes.”
“Were you born on October 17, 1987?”
“Yes.”
“Do you live at 155 Creswalt Drive?”
“Yes.”
“Where were you the night of March 7, 2005?”
I looked straight across the room at the double doors. I never once looked at McKenzie or Mr. Nichols. I couldn’t look at either of them. I had to stay strong.
“I was with McKenzie at the football game.”
“What happened at the game ?”
“We were drinking in the parking lot.”
“What happened during that time in the parking lot? Did you see Mr. Nichols?”
“I object , Your Honor. He’s leading the witness,” his lawyer declared.
“Your Honor, I will rephrase.”
“Motion denied Counsel,” the
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