The Principal's Office

Chapter 6

Olly's POV

I was jamming out to my rock band playlist on my penny while slurping a large blue raspberry slushy. Today is such a great day. I can't wait to get to the shop and help out.

I was skating down my street and noticed a white Jeep smoking. "Wicked..." I gasped to myself.

I then see a woman with a nice ass bent over on the side trying to look at her vehicle. "Hey sexy! That's a nice ass!" I whistled while rolling past her and tapped her from the back. She immediately pops her head back up and glared at me... oh shit.

I pivoted back and walked over. "I'm so sorry Nicole," I nervously chuckled.

"Olly, for the last time it's Mrs. waters and how dare you!" She scolded at me.

I couldn't help but smile. She's so beautiful, even when she's angry. I sigh dreamily, "I'm sorry again." And she scoffs.

She looks back towards her smoking car and my eyes got stuck on her body. "Are you serious?" She yelled making me look at her. Busted... again...

"I mean, what do you want me to do? You expect me to not touch it? And now you're saying I can't even look at it?" I threw my hands up with a smile.

"You're so immature!" She said frustratedly sighs at my smile and she turned away to open the hood of her car. That's when my smile disappeared.

I immediately threw my slushy on the ground and grabbed her fore arms. "Don't," I looked at her sternly and her eyes were big and sparkling.

She gulped and recovered again. "Let go of me, I need to call a mechanic." She dusted herself.

I threw my backpack from off my shoulders and a loud clank came from it. Who knew I was going to need it?

I whipped out my tool box and made way to the hood of her Jeep. I gestured her to move to the side a little and she just watched me with a shocked look on her face.

I take off my beanie and roll it up into my back pocket and tied my hair up in a bun. I was about to open the hood but then I hesitated as I realized the smoke could
Stain my sweatshirt.

I simply took it off and tied it at my waist. My tan skin glistened in the evening sun with sweat and my black Calvin Klein bra showed off my mid sized rack. I put on my fingerless gloves and popped the hood.

A giant wave of smoke emerged from the engine and I covered my nose with my hand.

I grabbed my rag from the tool box and tied a bandana around my neck to keep from inhaling too much exhaust and and smog. The smell of gasoline made me a bit light headed but it was tolerable.

I placed a wrench in my right pocket just in case but honestly her car isn't broken.. it just needs an oil change.

I go towards the driver side of her Jeep and unlock the door for the trunk.

Any decent driver should at least keep a bottle of oil and jumper cables just in case. And my thoughts were correct, I found a bottle of oil and popped open the lid. This is ridiculous, it's been untouched.

"How long have you had the whip?" I started conversation with her while setting her up for an oil change.

"The what?" She asked.

I laughed, she doesn't know too much about slang. "Your Jeep, how long have you had it," I focused on unscrewing the cap and took an oil measurement.

Just as I assumed, she needs an oil change.

"About a good year," she said from a distance behind me.

I took the rag I had in my tool box and wiped the oil from the oil from the top.

"You do a lot of road trips?" I poured the liquid down.

"We did a road trip to the Grand Canyon for my bachelorette party. Why do you ask? What's wrong with my car?" She looked concerned.

I screwed the cap back on and shut the hood snug. I threw the oil rag on my left shoulder and untied my bandana from my face to put away.

Grand Canyon huh... she likes nature. I like her and nature. Double score.

"Nothing's wrong with it, you just needed an oil change. You're suppose to check every 3 months. And after a drive like that, you should've checked it the moment you got home. Well technically your husband is suppose to check it. You don't let your wife do the grimy work," I leaned against her Jeep and tried to wipe my sweat with the oil rag but I just smudged a whole bunch of shit on my face.

Great.

I bet I still look hot- probably do since she bit her lip and her eyes shifted to my exposed toned abs.

I watched her body language and she stared off to the ground. "Michael doesn't know how to change oil," she admitted.

She's married to a douche bag that can't change oil.. oh babygirl, don't worry I'm here.

"Some husband you have," I packed up my kit and went for my penny. "There's a dealership about a mile from here, just go straight ahead. But I'm pretty sure an oil change was all you needed. Don't take my word. You should still get it checked out, just to be safe," I threw on my backpack and skated off.

Lord, that was a nice warm up for when I get home.