Heart

Chapter Eleven

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams
- Taylor Swift

+ Daytona +

If you told me two months ago that I would be sitting in a room with D'Angelo Austin, trying to hash out our beef, I would have told you that you were fucking crazy. That was until Alexander invited me over for the day to figure out a plan to get my dad back, and I was locked in the garage with none other than D'Angelo Austin. The cameras in the corner of the garage were blinking red, showing that we had an audience.

We're just puppets.

We both were sitting silent in the room, staring at each other. I hummed along to whatever song was playing off of his speaker while we tapped his foot. His shirt was off and he had on sweatpants that hung down. Showing his V-line.

He's literally a greek god.

"Thanks." I rolled my eyes, cursing myself for speaking. I went to grab my phone, but sighed when I felt my empty pockets.

"Alexander, you have a death wish." I grumbled to myself, laying my head back on the couch. My hair fell down the back of the couch, and my tube top held my boobs nicely. I was wearing sweatpants to go with it, not wanting to be too dressy in this meeting. I sighed, brushing my hair with my fingers after I picked my head up again.

"Your hair is so long." He stated, and I grunted.

"My Dad didn't like it short. He hated whenever my mom would get it cut, I guess it just kind of stuck." I shrugged and he nodded his head. The silence took over again, and I shifted awkwardly. He cleared his throat and my eyes shot up to face him. He was already staring at me. I licked my lips nervously and he stared at them.

"I'm sorry for shooting you." I felt my heart race. Why did that one phrase make my heart race? I cleared my throat next and looked at him.

"I'm sorry for stabbing you." I clenched my jaw, and stared ahead at him. His eyes trailed down my body, and I rolled my eyes. I was wearing a neon green tube top to match my belly button ring, and I think it was making him horny.

Is this his favorite color or something?

"I don't want to be your friend, but I want to find my dad." He hesitantly nodded, and I sighed.

He looked down at the small box in his hand and groaned. I raised my eyebrow, waiting as he stood up and walked over to his car. I hesitantly followed him, and he stood in front of his car. The hood was opened and propped up. The engine was beautiful and clean. I don't know how someone has this clean of an engine and drives that car every day.

"Why are your fuel injectors misfiring?" I asked, reading the code off of the little box. He raised an eyebrow at me, and his lips turned upwards.

"I don't know. I think they are worn." I leaned over the hood, while he checked on something else. I made sure to not touch his car, I know how some people get.

I'm one of those people.

"Or maybe it's because you don't have any." I spoke, looking down at the two empty holes. His neck almost broke as he quickly looked down at his car. He leaned on the hood and I let out a low whistle.

"How the fuck." He muttered, looking around to see if they fell anywhere. I bit the inside of my cheek, and sat down on one of the rolling stools he had.

It feels weird not fighting.

Suck it up Daytona, it's for your Dad.

One more fight won't hurt.