Free White is for Virgins by S. Eva Necks

by a professional. She would flip for sure.
     
     
    I popped the hood, and noticed that although the tree provided some shade, the hood of the car was exposed to sunlight. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I skimmed the car parts – the cables, the battery… the battery.
     
     
    I turned around and looked at Emery, who was engrossed in the banner. She had taken her Red Cross shirt off, exposing her small chest in a white tank top. Eh, she had a little something there, though she was no Teresa.
     
     
    She looked up and caught me staring at her, turning pink instantly. She was so… inexperienced? Has she really never had a guy stare at her assets before?
     
     
    “How long have you had this van?” I asked her nonchalantly.
     
     
    She dipped her small, pale hand into the vat of red paint, and began tracing the giant ‘B’ she’d written in pencil with her handprints.
     
     
    “Um, like 4 years,” she guessed, twisting her hand to get every last drop of paint on the handprint.
     
     
    I nodded, and went to my car. Or at least, one of my cars. My vintage 1965 Chevrolet Corvette was still a work in progre ss, so I drove my father’s BMW in the meantime.
     
     
    I grabbed the jump starter from the trunk and ran back to the van; despite the saturated air I somehow had the energy.
     
     
    “What are you doing with that?” Emery asked in a cold tone.
     
     
    “What’s it look like?” I huffed, setting the box down and pulling the cables up to the battery. I pulled the crimson Red Cross polo off my sweaty back and tossed it to the side.
     
     
    “You better not wreck the car, Fox…” she warned, getting up and stepping closer.
     
     
    “I know what I’m doing, ok?” I turned to look at her with a determined face, and clipped the other cable to the side of the battery. Just as I released the cable, I start shaking violently. Faking an electric shock was easy, and incredibly fun.
     
     
    She screamed; a panicked look took over her face.
     
     
    I grinned and released the cable, perfectly fine.
     
     
    I moved to jump start the car.
     
     
    “ Ass hole,” she hissed, and I shook my head.
     
     
    Girls are too easy.
     
     
    The engine purred to life, and I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the front of my arm.
     
     
    I noticed Emery staring at me, a small smile playing on the corner of her lips.
     
     
    “You’re a genius, Fox!” Nina cried, bursting from the back door.
     
     
    “You need a new battery, Nina. It’s fried,” I told her, wiping my hands with my polo.
     
     
    “Well then, can you go and get me one? I’ll give you the money; I just need it installed for the blood drive. We need to commercialize.”
     
     
    “Sure.” I shrugged. “Have fun finger painting, Em Gem .” I winked at her before following Nina back inside.
     
     
    It’s so amusing watching her squirm.
     
     
    ***
     
     
    .EMERY ’S POV.
     
     
    I can’t believe he’d eavesdropped on my conversation!
     
     
    I’m not sure how much he’d heard, I could only pray he didn’t know Lily considered him a Sex God. That would only add to his immensely swollen ego.
     
     
    While Fox ran to the store, I finished up a banner and traced a little blood droplet onto the 10’ by 6’ sheet of paper. I gave it a smile and limbs, and then carefully hung the sign on a long, low branch on the willow tree.
     
     
    By the time I’d started working on the next sign, Fox was back with the new battery, still shirtless. His body was gleaming in the sunlight, acting almost as a reflector as the rays ricocheted off his toned back.
     
     
    I knew I shouldn’t have been drooling at the sight of him, but it was impossibly unavoidable. He was shirtless, working on a car in the sweltering sun. It was either finger paint or enjoy the view.
     
     
    I wasn’t ignorant, but after a good few minutes I realized I’d better get the signs finished before Fox caught me staring or before it was time to