The Nerd & Cool Cat

Chase's eyes widened and he scoffed at Payton. "Four? Not even close. Just you, right now, babe." He teased, looking down coyly at her backside as she walked. For a nerd, the girl had it going on. She was not at all what he'd expected, and he was beginning to think she had even more surprises up her sleeve. Preoccupied by...well, her ass, Chase didn't realize they'd stopped in front of her room until she was telling him to stay put while she ran in, leaving the door cracked. If that wasn't an invitation to try and lean back to peer through the crack very casually, Chase wasn't sure what was.

"A player? Is that what they're saying about me?" Chase's lips formed a small 'o'. He wasn't too shocked to hear that; he got around with a couple girls here and there...nothing too unusual, but some girls just couldn't keep their mouths shut and made it out to be something much bigger than it was. He was a teenage guy, there was nothing wrong in having a little fun and getting his needs taken care of at the same time. Ja feel? Payton came back out moments later, and Chase rolled his eyes at her returning question. "Driving, of course. What kind of guy would I be if I made a pretty girl like you walk?" He tucked his tongue behind his teeth, smirking. "Shall we?" He motioned towards the nearest exit with a flourished arm movement.

"I don't know, maybe. The smart and handsome thing sounds nice, but I'm just not sure I like him just yet," He admitted, lamely using the third person to talk about himself. He practically snorted at her notion that he might hurt himself walking a little faster than usual to get the door. "I guess that's a price I'm willing to make," He said, leaning on the door he was holding, and only shutting it once he'd made sure she was tucked neatly into the passenger's side. He skipped (not literally skipping, just walking a bit quickly with a little bounce in his step shh) to his side of the car and slipped in. "What do you prefer? Coldstone or Baskin Robbin's?" He asked, turning to get a good look at her as he fitted the key into the ignition blindly.

Chase grinned. "My kinda girl," He put his hand on the back of her seat, turning to look as he backed out of the parking space and began the drive to the nearest Coldstone Creamery. (and yes of course he knows where it is everyone knows where their nearest Coldstone is it's like a law) He kept his eyes on the road for the most part, daring a few furtive glances over to Payton at stoplights and straight stretches of road with little traffic. She wasn't his normal type-I mean, physically hot diggity yes siree, but her personality? Or at least IQ-wise, she was just the kind of girl he'd have avoided any other day.

His first reaction was of course to answer with 'Anything with balls', but thankfully he caught himself before that awful blunder passed through his lips. That would have been a complete disaster, he thought, wincing at the imagined repercussions. "Ah baseball, basketball, wrestling, you know. That sorta stuff." He shrugged, glancing at her from the corner of his eye before he began to laugh. "Smart? Me?" He pretended to wipe away a tear melodramatically. "I guess we'll never really know, will we?" Chase flashed a wicked grin in her direction.

"Pretty much," He confirmed. "Everything but cheerleading-but honestly, I think I'd rock that uniform." His eyebrow shot up, and started to turn to her, but quickly stopped himself, concentrating on the road. She did have a point; it would be better for everyone involved if they could make it to the ice cream parlor alive. And if she was offering touching...well, that was certainly a good incentive not to drive the car into the other lane of traffic. "Nah, I would've acted a lot dumber if I'd known my tutor was going to be hot,"

"I do have really nice legs," He mused, as if he were actually considering it for a moment. Chase shot a quick look at the hand now resting on his thigh, before taking a hand off the steering wheel and placing it on top of her's and rubbing his thumb along her fingers mindlessly. "Yeah, of course I think you're hot. I might be dumb, but I'm not a fucking idiot." They were almost to their destination, thankfully, since Chase was getting a little restless from not being able to turn and look at the girl next to him every ten seconds.

"Well, the other guys definitely don't know what they're missing. And I'm kind of glad-I mean imagine if all the douchebags in the school suddenly noticed you." He said, shaking his head. "All that competition." He shuddered, squeezing her hand lightly to show that he was teasing as he pulled into the parking lot of the Coldstone. He let go of her hand and shut off the engine, finally getting to look over to her after that tedious drive over, if only briefly before getting out of the car and pocketing his keys. He moved quickly and pulled open her door again for her, smirking. "And look, I didn't hurt myself."