Fated To Love You

Fated To Love You [Chapter 13]

Dedication to DoNotMicrowave because she is without any doubt one of my favourite Wattpad authors now. I'm serious, go check her book, The Cell Phone Swap!

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[Chapter 13]



     "What are you thinking?" Nana asks beside me.

     I soon disconnect of my little word and turn my head to look at her. I cover my face with both of my hands as I let out a loud grunt.

     "I have to do this project right after work." I manage to mumble between my fingers.

     "So? I don't see the problem, you have always been the studious type." She says, taking a sip from her strawberry milkshake.

     We are both sitting in the bar during our fifteen minute break at La Vita, though it's been twenty-five minutes already.

     "The problem is not the damn work, but the people I'm working with."

     "Can't be that bad. Who are you paired with, a nerd? Those are the best, they do all the work and you just have to put your name on when it's finished."

     "Nana! You shouldn't say those things."

     "Oh, that's right." She fakes guilt. "Sorry, I forgot you were the nerd in this situation." She evilly grins.

     I frown. "I am not a nerd." Only because I always do my homework, I'm organized and like reading doesn't mean I'm one, right? 

     "Sure you aren't." The sarcasm in her tone is not very convincing at all but I let it slide.

     Just then, we get startled by a phone's ringing tone. Nana smiles apologetically, I nod my head encouraging her to take it so she gets up, takes out her Blackberry from her pocket, clicks on the answer button and leaves to the back door.

     I grab my own milkshake and finish the rest of it quickly. I can't help but let my mind wander somewhere else though. Aiden has been really quiet for the past two days, almost as if we didn't live together anymore since every time I'm at his house he is not, and I'm starting to think that he is probably avoiding me. Well, it's not my fault though. It was him and only him who joked about that, right? So I should be the one feeling uncomfortable and not him.

     But maybe I should take the first step and try to normalize the things, after all, I'm the older one. However, as soon as I'm about to send him a message, someone taps me on my shoulder, nearly making me jump.

     I quickly turn around, facing an amused Jax.

     "Hey Abby, sorry for startling you. I didn't know I had such effect on you." He smugly smirks.

     I roll my eyes. "It's alright."

     "So, ready to go?"

     I shrug as letting out a loud sigh. "Don't think I'll ever be."

     "Don't worry, the time will pass quickly."

     "Dunno, we're working on Don Quixote after all, remember?"

     Jax lifts up the corners of his sexy mouth as he places both of his hand on top of my shoulders and turns me around to the changing room. "Now be a good girl and go change to your normal clothes. I'll wait outside."
 
     I nod and do as he instructs, so ten minutes later I'm already changed and ready to go. I wave a goodbye to Nana and some other workers of the restaurant as I exit the door.

     Jax, as he promised, is waiting for me next to his car and as soon as he spots me he lowers his sunglasses to let me know it's him, but let's be honest, not many people can be so good looking and outstanding. And he surely is. Look around the parking lot if you don't believe me because most of the girls are staring right at him. Some men even.

     "Hey, nice car." I say.

     "Thanks." He smiles his dazzling smile and I can already feel some girls around us digging holes at the back of my head. "Let's go then." Yes please, before some crazy chick attack me. I think. Jax opens the door for me as I mutter a thanks and hop in.

     Soon, he's sitting next to me in the driver's seat and starts the car. "Well, you'll have to tell me where to drive."

     "We're going to Mia's house so you should drive opposite my house direction till you see Saint Lauren's School for girls, then turn right and keep going straight. I'll let you know which house of them all is."

     Jax nods his head. "Understood."

     Going back to Mia's house brings me lots of memories back. How she and I used to spend most of our Fridays together, watching some Nicolas Sparks movie instead of going to parties because we preferred to stay in. And all the things we lived together, the way things used to be between us, everything make me feel like crying because I can almost understand if Landon got tired of me and started to like someone else, but my best friend betrayed my trust. Completely.

     "...by? Abby?" Jax takes me out of my thoughts as I hear him calling my name. "You alright?"

     I give him a reassuring smile, or at least I hope it is because I don't want to let him know that I'm actually not.

     However, I guess it wasn't very convincing because he furrows his brows and his face is filled with nothing else but concern.

     "You can tell me anything, you know that right?" I don't know how but Jax seems to be aware of all this Mia-Landon drama, even though I didn't tell him. But now to think about it, Landon and I were the golden couple so it's normal that people started speculating their theories about us, also seeing how Mia got distanced from the group.

     "It's fine Jax. Oh, we're almost there, now turn to that side and drive until I tell you to stop." I decide to change the topic.

     After five minutes of me telling him the directions, we finally arrive to the Lopez's front yard. I take a deep breath but as I'm about to open the door and get out of the car, Jax places his hand on top of mine, stopping me.

     I turn my head to face him. "You can do this Abby." He says determined.

     I nod. "Yes, I can."




     Two minutes later we are standing in front of Mia's house waiting for someone to open the door. Maybe I shouldn't have come after all, moreover, why did it have to be her house where we met? Fine, I know I said that I didn't care when she texted me yesterday to ask but maybe It should have been better to tell her not to meet at all, right?