His Diversion |UOM Series - Book One|

Seven

Brayden pulled his truck into the long driveway. Holy crap, this house was huge. "Everyone should still be at the party," he added. I nodded at his words.

We both got out of the truck and walked up the long drive way towards his house. The house was huge. Clear windows scattered every where. "Wow," I said as my eyes roamed around the exterior of the house.

"How do you afford this?" I asked.

"Well, the college pays part, and then we pay the other part," he said. I nodded my head. Football players get everything. I bet they all have rich parents too.

We enter the house, and I'm shocked again. The house was huge, but could use some better decoration. "I'll show you to my room, and then I can get us some dinner or snack, whatever you're hungry for." He said. I nodded my head. I'm not that hungry, but I could use a snack.

He walked up the stairs and I followed. We walked down the long hallway before we reached a big black door. I look down at the handle, a keypad replaced a basic one. "Why do you have a keypad on your door handle?" I asked.

"Because we have a lot of parties and I don't want anyone having sex in here or stealing my shit." He replied. I bit my lip and nodded. A valid reason.

He stood infront of the keypad, blocking my view. It's not like I was going to pay any attention to it.

The door beeped and clicked open. Brayden pushed the door open, revealing a boy's room. I look around. It doesn't smell bad, like I expected it to. Not that Brayden smells bad, in fact, he smells so good. Stop it Nora! I yell at myself. I naturally think that guys' rooms stink.

Three walls are a cream white color, while the wall behind his bed is dark blue. He has a dark blue comforter and white sheets. His bed consists of blue and white pillows, while his throw pillows are orange. I look over his walls, pictures of friends and family are framed.

"Did you design this yourself?" I asked, impressed.

He shrugged his shoulders. "A little, my mother did most of it. She is a famous interior designer." He said. I ignore the word 'famous' and nod my head.

I clear my throat before speaking, "Nice!" I wasn't really sure what else I should've said.

"I'll get you some clothes and an extra toothbrush," Brayden started walking to the door, before adding, "you can wait here." I nodded my head and sat down on the bed.

My butt feels like it's sitting on a cloud. I wonder what mattress this is. Maybe I could buy one. Who am I kidding, this probably was the cost of a car.

My stomach turned upside down. I realized that I could never live this lifestyle. And I hated that. Growing up, sure I went to a good school, but around were all the rich kids. I heard about them going to Europe for the summer or over breaks. They all got their license at sixteen, brand new cars, and everything else. I took the bus all four years in highschool. I didn't get my license till after I graduated. I could barely afford my insurance. I still can't, but I needed too. I saved for years to buy my first car. Now it's in the shop still. Probably will cost me a future to fix it.

I want to graduate and make as much money as I possibly can, so my brother have a good high school and college experience.

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts. I stand up, like I'm invading his space. I am.

Brayden shuts his door and hands me a package toothbrush. "Thank you," my voice chokes, but I clear my throat again.

He nods and opens a white door. He steps in before coming out with clothes. My hands sweat. I quickly rub them on my pants. Why am I getting so nervous?

"You can get dressed in the bathroom." Brayden points to the other white door, next to the closet.

"Okay, thank you." I quickly shut the door once I'm in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath and looking at myself in the mirror.

My hair is frizzy, the makeup Olivia put on earlier was starting to fade away. I stopped looking at myself and quickly got changed. The sweatpants he gave me were too big, so I had to roll them up. And the shirt was from the Eras tour? Brayden saw Taylor Swift?

Once I change, I brush my teeth and use the face wash on Brayden's sink. I hope he doesn't mine. And then I comb my frizzy hair with my fingers.

I open the bathroom door and walk out. Brayden sits on his bed, typing on his phone. He is in flannel pajama pants, but doesn't wear a shirt. I try to not look at his tan tone abs and body. I cleared my throat. "Did you see Taylor Swift?" I asked, referring to the shirt.

He looked up from his phone. "I did, with my mother." He nodded.

I've always wanted to see her, but I didn't have the money, nor time. "Wow," I say speechless.

"I'll sleep on the floor," he says, placing a pillow and blanket down on the floor.

"No, I don't want to intrude. You should sleep on the bed." I tell him. He shakes his head.

"Please, you're my guest. Just take the bed." We fight back and forth.

"How about we both take the bed," I suggest. I could feel all of my blood running to my cheeks; my face turning red.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I nod my head. I walk over towards the other side and place one of his big pillows in the middle.

Brayden goes to brush his teeth, while I unmake my side of his bed. He comes back and does the same with his side. "Do you want me to turn the tv on?" He question.

I nodded my head. I needed the light to sleep. But I wouldn't tell him that. Brayden grabs a remote from his side and turns the TV on. He puts on some type of Marvel movie and then sets a sleep timer. He turns to me, reaching for the light next to me. "Wait!" I yell. His eyes move towards mine.

"What's wrong?" He asks, concerned runs through in his voice.

I hesitate, "D-do you mind if I check to make sure all the windows are locked?"

He slowly nods. I get up and walk over towards the windows. I yank hard to try to open them, but both are locked. "C-could I lock the door. I promise I won't do anything to you...If you're not-" he interrupts me.

"Nora, it's okay." I bite my lip and nod before walking over to the door and locking it. I'm thankful that he didn't question why I wanted to do all of this. I don't think I'm ready to share.

I jump back in bed, getting under the covers. I try not to think how Brayden and I are sharing the same blanket, but I can just imagine our legs touching. I blush at that thought.

"Night, Brayden." I whisper, afraid he already fell asleep.

"Night, sunshine." He says back.