living with the bad boy

Chapter 14

"Today really sucked." Peyton sighed, slinging an arm around my shoulder and giving it a small squeeze. After the whole situation at my dads house I called her and she was more than willing to let me come over.

"Not that I dont want you here or anything but you should really call Blake and tell him what happened. Maybe the Mitchells will take you back." She suggested shrugging her shoulders as if to say you never know. I let out an exasperated sigh and cupped my face in my hands.

"I'll sleep on it. Right now we both need to just get our minds off of everything." I replied placing my hands on my lap and Peyton began chuckling the slightest bit.

"What's so funny?" I inquired arching an eyebrow at her as she continued her tiny fit of laughter.

"I just never imagined that the three of us would develop this unbreakable bond you know? When I met you I just saw you as Emilys bitch friend but now you're my best friend, we're sitting here feeling like trash, and Adam is in juvie pondering over his love for you." Peyton laughed as she and I reminisced our friendship.

"Wait what? His love for me?" I questioned nearly choking on well nothing. Her eyes soon shot open wide as if she had just registered what she said.

"Um nothing! whats that mom? Coming!" She panicked jumping  up in anticipation, only to be pulled back down by me. My gaze never left her as i waited all but patiently for an answer.

"Oh Adams gonna kill me." She murmured shaking her head but sighing in a way that said fine ill tell you.

"Well you and Adam have been friends for a while now.. and you're really close and you smell really nice and-" "peyton" I chuckled attempting to direct her towards the train of thought in which what I wanted to know lay idly in her mind.

"Sorry I just.. I wasnt supposed to say anything. The point is that he likes you a lot but he thinks you like Blake so-" "Peyton. Stop freaking out its fine I totally get it" I said, cutting her off. She looked at me for the longest time trying to register my facial expression so she could decipher what was going through my head.

"Why didnt he tell me?" I questioned feeling my heart drop. I dont understand why he never told me how he felt. Hes had so many opportunities and now I have to wait six months just to see if we have some sort of chemistry. Six months. Half a year. Just as Peyton had began to speak my phone rang loudly.

"Hello" I said, quickly answering  the call hoping to avoid anymore awkwardness.

"Is this Summer Mitchell?" A mans voice spoke, sounding robotic. I froze when the name Mitchell sounded from  my phone. It sounded foreign for some reason. It was not until the  man asked for the second time that I responded.

"Um yes this is her..." I said emphaitcally while slowly nodding my head. Peyton stared at me curiously motioning for me to tell her who was on the phone and what they wanted. I held my finger up at her,  telling her to give me a moment and she rolled her eyes.

"Adam Montgomery has requested to speak with you from the rikers juvenile hall. Do you accept?" He questioned wearily waiting for me to respond.

"Yes" I said a bit too quickly and the line switched over to Adam.

"Summer" he breathed, relief evident In his tone.

"We need to talk." He continued "about us"

"Us?"  I inquired as if I had no clue what he was insinuating. I was hoping he would tell me the truth about how he felt rather than me having to pry.

"Look I like to think that Ive made it pretty obvious that I have feelings for you and I know you like Blake and I can accept that it's just I'm tired of lying about how I really feel, anyways I should go." He said sounding ready to hang up before I quickly replied