Married to the Bad Boy

11

It was like last time, I was frozen to the core and my heart just stopped, just like my breathe.

"Aedan?"

It was almost like my soul had left my body. Wait, it knew my name. And then I could smell something familiar, the soft spicy scent of cologne.

I spun around, more than relieved to see a familiar face, act cool. "Oh hey." my voice didn't act cool being a shaky mess.

Sterling raised an eyebrow looking at me, "Why are you pale?"

"Uh, nothing." I shrugged of his hand that was still on me and stepping back clearing my throat, I can't believe I got that freaked out over nothing.

"Whatever, I need a ride home."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "What?"

"You took my car, just drive me home woman." he turned around walking around to the passenger side and I stared at him.

"Uh yeah alright." was he drunk?

I got into the car still confused why he had come to my workplace rather than just calling a taxi or something. I casted him a look as he reclined the chair back and closed his eyes. Judging my his outfit, he was definitely somewhere prior.

"Are you going to go yet?" Sterling asked when I hadn't started. "Y-yeah right." I shuddered off that jittery feeling reversing the car out of the car park casting him a look, his eyes were shut his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks.

Was he really going to sleep? Well that made driving easier without him talking.

Or so I thought, in ten minutes he had reclined his chair back into sitting position claiming he couldn't sleep, and turned on the radio, really loud.

I looked out the window at the bright city lights, and a few people still around.

"Jesus you drive slow."

"What? I'm going the speed limit."

"Yeah, slow. Pull over let me drive."

I rolled my eyes ignoring him, since when was eighty km/h slow? I made a silent reminder not to get into his car, "Aedan pull over."

"What the hell we're like twenty minutes from home just go take your nap again."

"Yeah I can get us there in five." I stopped at the red light casting him a look, "Are you for real?"

He smirked, his grey eyes twinkling, he opened his mouth no doubt to say something very "Sterling" of him when a loud honk distracted us. Looking over to the right there was another car beside us.

"Hey gurl, race ya."

I looked at the pair of what looked like teenagers in the car, "What, no thank you." I called back as they revved their engine. Were they serious?

There was loud music blasting from their car and they had their red P's up, still on probationary driving license and they wanted to race me? I should report them to the police.

"Why you scared of losing babe?"

I rolled my eyes ignoring them, deciding it was probably the safest bet, "Hey lady we're talking to you."

I was going to roll the window up to ignore them but thankfully the lights went green at the same time, the car next to us sped off leaving a black smoke in their trial.

"God I hope they crash."

"See, if this was me driving we would have bet them."

I gave Sterling a sharp look, "Well thank god you're not because I would like to live a bit longer."

"I'm a great driver."

"No doubt."

As I turned around the curve I saw that car by the side of the road,"Serves them right." probably busted a tyre or something.

"Are our parents gone?"

I looked over at Sterling as he looked at something intently on his phone, "Nah."

"Wait what?" I asked.

"I'll drop you and go to work again." There was no way I wanted to be in that house when my parents were still there, specifically my mother. God she would just nag nag nag me all bloody night. I shuddered.

"Back to work?"

"Yep."

"Do you do anything else in your life?"

I casted him a look, "What do you mean?"

"Drive to the pub."

"What?"

"The one on Manchester and Kiring Road corner."

"Why?" That means I had to turn around, I was using my shortcut so I can get back to work faster.

"There's another aspect to life I'll show you, go to the pub."

I bit my lip, really? The pub? So he can waste more money. Then again home was a nightmare with our parents so I wouldn't wishfully want anyone to be stuck there with them, even if that man was the annoying Sterling, grumbling I did a u-turn and turned the car back around.

I knew deep down I was already going to regret going to the pub with Sterling. The pub

The last time I was at the pub I was a teenager.