Free Undeniable by Abby Reynolds

world around her, particularly danger. I wished she would look after herself better. The last thing I wanted was for something to happen to her…like what happened to my sister.
    She clenched her jaw and didn’t look at me. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”
    “Neither am I.” I reached inside then opened her oil tank.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Helping you,” I snapped. I took out the oil drum and realized it was empty. “When was the last time you changed your oil?”
    “I don’t know…what does it matter?”
    Girls… “Because you’re completely out of it. Driving a car without oil is like running a marathon without water. It could kill you.”
    “Are you sure that’s what it is?”
    “Absolutely.” I closed the cap then looked at her truck. It was old, ancient. “You should just scrap this piece of junk and get a reliable car.”
    “No.”
    “No? This thing has to be thirty years old.”
    “And they don’t make them like this anymore.”
    Arguing with her was giving me a headache. “Whatever. I’m just trying to help.”
    “Well, I don’t need your help.”
    “I think you do.” I closed her hood then wiped my hands on my jeans. “Can your parents come get you to get oil?”
    She looked uncomfortable. “Uh, no.”
    “How about your sister?”
    “She’s in class.” She stared at her truck while she thought. “I have a photo shoot and I’m going to be late. I really need the money for rent.” She sighed. “Why does stuff like this always happen to me?” It seemed like she was talking to herself more than she was talking to me.
    I knew I was going to regret this. “Take my car to work and I’ll take care of your truck.”
    She looked at me like I just pulled a snake out of my throat. “What?”
    “Take my car, do your thing, and I’ll get your truck the right oil. She’ll be back to normal by the time you return.”
    “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
    Yes. Somewhere very important . “No.”
    For the first time, she gave me a soft look. “Why are you helping me?”
    “Because despite what you think, I can be a gentleman.”
    She didn’t have a response to that.
    I pulled out my keys and handed them to her. “Now hurry.”
    “You’re going to let me drive your expensive car?”
    “It’s just a car.”
    She held the keys in her hand then shifted her weight back and forth.
    “It’s fine, really.”
    She got her supplies out of the passenger door then came back to me. “Thanks…”
    “Yeah.”
    She stared at me awkwardly, like she wanted to say something else. “I guess I’ll see you when I get back.”
    “Yeah.”
    She walked to my car then got inside. A moment later, she drove away.
    I called the one person who would come to my aid without blinking an eye.
    She answered immediately. “It’s way too early to be drinking, Ash.”
    I smirked. “What are you doing right now?”
    “Having breakfast with the man I’m living with but not married to.”
    I laughed at her jab toward my parents. “I need a favor.”
    “What’s up?”
    “I need you to pick me up and take me to get oil.”
    “You ran out of oil?” she asked incredulously. “If you’re going to drive a hundred-thousand dollar car you should take care of it.”
    “It’s not for me, brat. I’m helping a friend.” I felt awkward saying the word ‘friend’.
    “I’ll be there in a second.”
    “Thanks.” I hung up and waited for my sister to arrive.
     
    She pulled up in front of the building and I got inside. “Don’t you have an exam today?”
    She actually listened to me? “Yeah.”
    “And you’re missing it?”
    “My friend needed help.”
    She studied me for a moment. “You’re the most selfish person I know. Who would you sacrifice an exam for besides me?”
    I hated being put on the spot. “Just drive.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
    We headed to the auto parts store and I got the bottle I needed. I paid for it then we headed back. Once we were back