Wasted Time

Chapter 12

JAKE

I don't really know why I left her there. Maybe it was the constant desire of wanting to kiss her or maybe it was the information that my sister revealed to me.

But she can't actually be, right? She doesn't seem like it. She doesn't seem like she cares.

I shake my head and close my eyes to emit those thoughts from my mind. I quickly open my eyes when I hear loud footsteps heading towards my car. Obviously, it was none other than Paisley Archer herself, an angry one too.

She pulls the door open forcibly, and angrily slides her way into my car. Her body slumps low into the seat as she folds her arms across her chest, looking like an absolute child. I try my best not to show off any glint of amusement in my eyes considering that hers are filled with hatred and anger. I stare at her in bemusement as she keeps a serious displeased look on her face.

She suddenly looks my way and sends me a murderous glare. "Well are you going to drive or not? Because if you're not then I'll walk," she threatens.

Someone's in a mood...

"Would you really?" I challenge her.

Her nostrils flare and I could've sworn I saw smoke coming out of them. She grunts in frustration and anger, as she tries to open the door.

What the fuck! She's actually going to do it. Oh this girl really is a lunatic.

I immediately put the key into the ignition and twist it, the car purrs to life instantly and relief washes over me when I see that Paisley has stopped her bizarre attempts of trying to get out of the car. I reverse out of the field and make my way onto the road.

"You're fucking crazy!" I breathe out.

She just shrugs in response and acts as if it was no big deal. In her case, it probably wasn't; I mean after all, that wasn't her first attempt at suicide.

I focus on driving, so we don't crash, while Paisley completely closes herself off from her surroundings, aka me.

I don't know what to say or do when it comes to Paisley. She's so... difficult. She's just so confusing and different from the other girls. This is so unusual of me to not have a single clue on what to do. I mean, girls are the ones who talk to me first and by the time we're finished conversing, they'd most likely already be in my bed or theirs. Clearly Paisley isn't like those other girls.

"Why did you move here?" I asked her, trying to break through the awkward silence.

Dumb move Jake.

I know she moved here because of her mother's death but I want to know her side of the story. I want to open her up. I want to know why she moved here not what happened to make her move here.

She sighs and slumps lower into her seat. "My mom. She died," she says, with ease.

"You had no family there? A best friend you could've stayed with?" I question. "I'm not asking you what happened before you moved here, I'm asking why, as in you had a choice whether to move or to stay."

I take a few quick glances at her every now and then, and I did not miss the way her lips purse into a thin hard line– or the way she avoids my gaze, or the way she knots her fingers together. I know it's horrible and selfish of me to bring up such a sensitive topic but what can I say? She intrigues me. I don't like how she's so mysterious and closed off. It extremely frustrates me to no end since I'm usually that kind of person who can easily read people and know what they're thinking.