My Favorite Risk (gxg) (txs)

Chapter four

Sarah's POV:

It's been two days since I got Ms. Fox's number. I haven't told Sophia or Noah about anything that happened on Monday, and it wasn't because I didn't trust them—I do. It's because I still didn't know how to feel about it. Earlier today, I argued with my mom because I didn't write an email for her. I was studying for a math test. It was almost 8 p.m., and I couldn't stop thinking about her. No matter how hard I try or what I do, I simply can't. The way she smiled at me and the way she talked to me made it seem like she was another person. My sister was at her friend's house for a sleepover, and my mom was out somewhere. I stood up from the bed, walked out the door wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, called an Uber, and went to La Playa. I felt like I needed a drink, and the company didn't sound bad either. When I got there, I walked behind the bar counter and said hi to Jason.

"What are you doing here on a Wednesday night Sarah?" He questioned, looking as confused as ever.

"I needed something to ease my mind after the week I've been having," I sighed grabbing the Malibu and making myself a cocktail. He nodded and went on to do his job.

After about an hour, I decided to scroll through my phone and zoned out of my actions completely. The next thing I know, my phone starts speaking to me.

"Hello?" I ask, not bothering to read the caller ID.

"You called me," The person on the other end responds, and when I go to see who I managed to call, I read out Ms. Fox's name. 

"Fuck," I groan. "I didn't mean to call you, so sorry."

"Where are- are you at the club Sarah?" She vocalized in her stern tone.

"No, yes, no, maybe?" I stutter, slapping my forehead.

"I'm going to get you right now," she exclaimed, and I could hear ruffling in the background.

"No, really, I'm fine there's no need for that," I denied, trying to get her to stand down.

"I'm going to get you right now," she repeated. "Be outside in 5 minutes Sarah." And with that, she hung up.

I groaned as I stood up and went outside. She wasn't lying, she did arrive in 5 minutes. In a.. A LAMBORGHINI??!! How rich is this woman?? She got out and opened the passenger door for me to get in, so I did. When she got into the driver's seat, she drove for about two minutes before stopping in a parking lot. I sighed, knowing that I was about to get a lecture when I didn't feel like listening to one. 

She sighed and looked at me, with a soft expression. "What the hell happened?" 

"I don't want to talk about it," I respond in a harsher tone than I intended to.

"Well, I do. So, what happened Sarah?"

"Nothing, I just couldn't sleep," I lied. How do I tell her that I couldn't stop thinking about her?

"Sarah," She started, but she put a hand over mine. "You can talk to me."

"I was thinking about you, okay? Is that good enough?" I blurt out, immediately regretting that decision.

Her lips curved into a small, faint smile. "Me?"

"Did I stutter?" I ask, but when I look at her, her head is tilted, and she looks at me with a look that says, "Drop the attitude." "Sorry."

She chuckled, "It's fine. Can I take you home?"

I nodded and she started driving. I groaned once we got in front of my driveway and saw my mom's car.