Chapter 3
- Taylor Portwalt
- "Why are you always around?!" I turned to Christian and he stopped walking and raised his eyebrows
- "What?"
- "Stop following me" I said
- "Who says I'm following you?" He asked and huh?
- "What?" He took out his car keys and pressed it. I turned to see his car was just 3 cars beside me. I sighed and can't help but hit my head because I just embarrassed myself
- "Want me to take you home?" He offered and I don't want to be in one place with him. I avoided him for 2 years so that he won't bring up our past together
- "No thanks, I'm just going to take my papers and take the cab" I said without daring to look at him. I walked to my car and opened it. I took my bag full of papers about my client's request and stuff.
- It's been a really crazy day, I looked at my watch and it's 9 p.m. I haven't eaten anything too. I'll just make a quick stop at starbucks later
- "Taylor" Christian called and I stomped my foot secretly. God I don't want to deal with him
- "What?" I pretended to be busy with my bag
- "Taylor" Christian called again and I turned to him
- "Huh? What?" I asked but not daring to look into his eyes
- "Lock the car again" He said and I cursed myself for being so clumsy. I hit my head and hissed. I continued to walk to the building but someone caught my wrist. I turned to Christian in horror
- "What? Huh? You scared me!" I shouted at him
- "Let me drop you home"
- "No thanks, I don't want to be in one car with a stranger" See, I began to say weird things
- "Stranger? We've been friends since we were a baby Taylor" He stated the obvious and I smiled awkwardly at him
- "Yeah right"
- "Oh.. You're nervous because we slept together 2 years ago?" I wanted to kill him so bad right now. I laughed it off
- "Chris, we barely see each other. How can we sleep together?" I said trying to calm myself. I smiled awkwardly
- "If we barely see each other then why don't you want me to drop you home? We're friends right?" He asked and I turned to him smiling widely
- "I need to go somewhere else" I reasoned out
- "I'll drop you there" He said and I shook my head
- "Going to see my boyfriend" Why did I come out with that? I cursed myself inside my head
- "Imaginary boyfriend?" My eyes widen and I glared at him
- "How can you say that? That's rude!"
- "Well do you have a real boyfriend? Cause I doubt you have one" He smirked and put his hands into his pocket and I sighed
- "Look Christian, I'm tired and had a lot of stress today. Can you just leave me alone?" I asked
- "That's why let me drop you home so you can rest qui-"
- "Okay fine, let's go" I hissed and he smirked because he's winning the argument. He unlocked the car and I followed him to his car. He got inside and gestured me to get inside too
- "So lead the way beautiful" Thank God I wasn't eating or drinking at that time or I will be choke hearing he said that
- "Why are you in LA?" I asked looking out through the window
- "Work of course" He answered
- "Oh" Awkward.. awkward..
- Suddenly my stomach interrupted us, it growled. I blamed it for crying out when I'm with Christian. This is so embarrassing. I cursed myself again
- "Hungry?"
- "No" Lies
- "Mcdonalds? Burger king? In n out?" He asked naming all the junk foods
- "I'm not hun-"
- "In and out it is" He cut me and turned his car to in n out. I looked at him disbelief
- "Why bother asking?" I hissed and he turned to me smiling
- "Because it's fun" He said and got out of the car. I put my bag inside his car and got out too. We walked side by side in n out. We both looked at the menu
- "Animal fries 1" I said and he turned to me
- "Only that?" He asked and I nodded
- "I have a small stomach. I can't eat a lot of food" I sipped the coke since I'm so thirsty
- "No wonder you have a sexy flat stomach" I choked on my drink big time hearing he said that. Christian patted my back
- "I don't have a sexy flat stomach. You stalker" I glared at him and called him stalker instead. I kept coughing. He ordered the same as me and payed for it
- "So how are you? How's the Portwalt doing?" He asked when we got into our table. He sat across me and I started to dig in my fries
- "They're fine" I said
- "How about you?" Chris asked looking at me curious
- "I'm good, just stress a lot lately" I said not daring to look at his eyes
- "You're a designer right?" He asked and I nodded
- "Good to know"
- "How do you even know my job?" I asked because I just turned myself into a designer about 6 months ago
- "I have my sources beautiful" I choked again and Christian laughed
- "Don't call me that, it's disgusting when it comes out of your mouth. You know we never be friends since we're kids" I said truthfully and that's right. We never stop fighting, we always cause chaos by fighting and threw each other things
- "Why disgusting? We shared one night before" I looked up to him disbelief
- "You're starting to imagine things, want me to take you to a therapist?" I asked and he raised his eyebrows
- "Isn't it supposed to be the other way? You had amnesia about our night" He smirked and I looked away
- "Christian, you're being weird" I said trying to cover up my expression
- "Weird what? I still remember your birthmark on your left waist" I looked at him in disbelief. How can he say that out loud?
- "Christian, you're being delusional. Are you sick?" I asked and he laughed
- "You amuse me Taylor, but I like how you said my full name. Just like you always screamed that night" Unbelievable!