The Boy Next Door

Chapter Three

The cool air hit my cheeks like a punch in the face. A punch in the face. Ian just punched Blake unconscious. I was brought back into reality by Ian turning me around. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say something, I cut in.

"I can't go with you." My voice was shaky, yet stern. Why else would he lead me outside?

A million reasons flood through my mind as to why I couldn't possibly go with him. Georgia was still here, I have no clue if she's drunk or not. What would Madison say? Well, Madison is not really my main concern. Georgia is. I don't even know him! I looked at his face, it was so tan, and he was frowning and silent.

As if by magic, Georgia spots me across the lawn. She runs over to me, so if she's running she couldn't be that drunk.

"Hey girl!" She calls. She Yates at my emotionless face, well emotionless except worry. After she eyeballs Ian, something in her brain clicks and she drags me a little away from him.

"Go with him." She demands.

What?

"Georgia, I can't. I don't even know him! And what if you get drunk and you think you can drive and-"

"Tobie, I'm leaving soon anyway. I haven't had a sip of alcohol since whatever was in that cup, and that was hours ago. You need to go. You need-"

That's all I could hear as Ian grabbed me by my wrist and took me to his car, as a smiling Georgia waved bye.

Ian's POV:

I had to get her alone. I had to. I thought she was going to hesitate when I took he to my car. I had to say, it was a very nice car. An old mustang. She got in the passenger seat with ease and I sighed as I climbed in the drivers side. I don't know what her and the red head said, but I might need her around more often if Tobie is going to be this stubborn.

"You need a new boyfriend." I tell her. I could literally feel the heat rise up to her cheeks. I know he wasn't her boyfriend. I just needed her to say something, anything. I-

"Blake is NOT my boyfriend." She said it in her most threatening voice, and I want to laugh. "Where are you taking me?" she asked. That's a good question. I knew exactly where I was taking her. I took a left turn, and pulled into the parking lot. I just met her, am I willing to let her look at this little piece of my life? Yes.

Tobie's POV

Where he took me was to a place, where if I was a another girl, I would be scared. It looked abandoned, an old chipped brick building with orange seeping in. It had a sign, of all what was readable. It read "Old Bridge..." That was all I could read.

I walked in and I instantly smelled coffee. Coffee and faint cigarette smoke. Old cigarette smoke. It was nice, almost relaxing. And there were old chairs and a few mahogany tables. It was almost set up like a... coffee house? That would explain the coffee smell. But why would he bring me here? I looked over and he was sitting up on the bar where it looked like it once held coffee machines, and a fridge, and an endless supply of everything. I say next to him at the bar. I don't understand. He just moved in, I just met him today, he saved me from Blake, then he took me to this abandoned coffee house. He suddenly jumped down and leaned against the wall. I was starting to lose my temper.

"Why did you take me here?" I asked, annoyed.

"I don't live with my dad."

What? He's confusing.

"But that's why we moved, because of him." He tightened his grip on his crossed arms. So he doesn't have a very good relationship with his father.

"He lives in New York. That's a very long way away from Washington. My mom moved me and James here because my father is the CEO of Alpine coffee, he's a very important man. He's very rich and very powerful, but he also cheated on my mom last year. That's why we moved so far away. To get as far away from him as possible.

He looked at me. His brown eyes sinking into me. I was so confused.

Why was he telling me this? Who is James? So does he live with his mom? Why did they move to Washington? I still want to know why he brought me here. How does he even know this place?

I wasn't going to let him know anything about me. I couldn't. I can't trust him, I barely know him!

"My dad died in war." I blurt, then covered my mouth. His eyes went wide.

"I live with my aunt, Madison. Who is James?" I asked, I better take this one step at a time.

"My best friend, my roommate. He's always lived with us. His parents didn't want him, so we took him in." I nod. I decided to take a leap of faith.

"Why did you tell me that?"

I suddenly felt hands around my shoulders as I was pinned it to the wall, gently pinned, but it was enough to get my heart racing as the heat radiating from his body made contact with mine. He smelled like a vanilla and mint, a perfect combination.

"Because I can trust you." he whispered in my heart raced.

"Don't ask me why I brought you here, I don't know. But I do know that you have something about you...something I can't put my finger on. But it's something that thrills me, it excites me. I want to know what it is but I want to know in time." His breath smelled like spearmint and cherries.

"So you brought me here to get me alone to tell me a little about your life because you trust me." I half ask, half say.

"Exactly." He smirks. It doesn't make sense but I'll take it.

He lets me go and runs his hands through his hair. I checked the time while I sat down, 12 o'clock. I needed to go soon but I didn't want to. There was something about Ian that made him so mesmerizing. As the night went, on this bad boy warmed up to me. We laughed, talked, and soon enough, fell asleep.