Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 6

Peyton's POV

"Thanks for picking me up," I got into his car and buckled in as I made myself comfortable.

"No problem," he was staring at me intently. "What all happened?"

"Ava told me she slept with Liam. You were right," I bit back a sob.

"Were you crying? Your eyes are all puffy and red," his stare turned into concern.

"You're not gonna rub it in?" I was confused. I thought as soon as those words exited my mouth, he would be shouting 'I was right' off a rooftop.

"Why would I do that?" His frown turns into his normal smirk.

"Because that's who you are. That's who Sawyer Peters is." He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, so I was leaning over the console.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you don't know me, Sweetheart?" He was looking straight into my eyes and they would slightly fall down to my lips for a second. I was speechless and just looked right back in awe. His eyes were a perfect shade of brown. His hair was perfectly messy, yet put together. His clothes gave off enough of a 'I don't get a flying fuck', while still looking presentable. Yet I'm starting to realize there's more than what meets the eye. I'm dead set on figuring out what's really going on with him.

"I plan on changing that," I blurted out.

"Good luck with that," he laughed and sat back into his seat. He started the car and drove off school property. We rode in silence with the light noise of music.

"Where are we going?"

"My house," he takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look at me. Almost as trying to see how I'd react.

"Oh, okay" why would he take me to his house?

"I was thinking we could chill for awhile. You could rant to me about how big of a bitch Ava is and how small of a dick Liam has." He showed me a genuine happy smile. It's amazing how much more younger he looks when he's actually happy and not smirking.

"Not like you have much to say anyway," I jokingly fight back. This was fun.

"Sorry, sweetheart. But if you think you saying that is gonna make let you see my junk again, you're terribly mistaking. I'm gonna have to have a few beers first to make that decision again." The amusement in his eyes had me in a trance.

"You have really pretty eyes," I let out. "Oh my, no I mean-"

"Don't worry. I know my eyes are pretty." He winked at me. I felt my face heat up. Did I really just say that? Why am I so stupid? "Awe, don't blush. I think you have pretty eyes too." He teased.

"Shut up and drive," I muttered.

"Okay, Rihanna." He laughed at his own joke.

We drove to his house the rest of the way in silence. About 10 minutes later we pulled up a long, gravel driveway. The end of the road led to a beautiful, two-story house. The lawn was very well cut and decorated with beautiful flowers.

"Are you done admiring?" He smirked getting out the car. I really need to stop getting lost in my head.
I walked up to the front door behind him and followed him in.

"Take your shoes off here, Anna is pretty weird about shoes in the house." He took his shoes off at the mat by the door and I did the same. Who was Anna?