Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 15

Peyton's POV

"Where are we going?" my voice was tired from the crying.

I couldn't believe what happened at school. It was no doubt, the works of Ava. I don't know if Liam would swoop that low, but I just don't know anymore. I figured we would leave it be and not act like children, Ava seemed to see it in another light. She was always immature and always played. It didn't bother me when we were friends because she wouldn't do it to me. I should've known that when I left her that day at school. We were no longer friends, so she wasn't going to hold back from hurting me, even more than she already has.

"You'll see," he took his eyes off the road to smile at me for a second.

"I don't like surprises, Peters," I gave him a playfull mean glare.

"And I don't like it when girls take off with my clothes. But I make an acception when it comes to you," I could see the smirk grow on his face.

I honestly forgot about taking his clothes, "You leant them to me," I shrugged my shoulders. It was true, my clothes were still wet when I left. How else was I gonna leave?

"That is true, I'm not bothered by it," he stopped at the redlight and looked at me. "They looked cute on you anyways,"

"Awe, is Sawyer growing a little crush on me?" I threw my hands over my heart, dramatically.

He began to drive again when the light turned green, "I think I am," he whispered. He probably didn't mean for me to hear it, but I did.

I couldn't help but stare at him after that. I was taking it all in. The way the sunlight put a shadow over his face. His hair was always styled so perfectly, it looks messy, yet put together. I moved my eyes down farther and saw the way his white t-shirt, slightly clinged to his torso. It lightly showed his lean muscles underneath. I could tell he worked out, probably another reason all the girls always came back for more. His looks and body were easy on the eyes. But, I don't think they knew much about him under that. Which is one thing I plan on changing.

"Are you done checking me out, Sweetheart?"

I quickly jolted my eyes away from where they were landed on, "Sorry," I was probably blushing like a tomato.

"Oh, don't worry." he grabbed my hand reassureingly. I felt my whole body tense up by the sudden gesture.

We sat in the car, holding hands, in silene for about ten minutes. That was until I decided to break it.

"What are we doing?" I asked trying to figure out what was happening between us.

"We're in a car, on our way to a surprise destination," He said in a duh tone.

I rolled my eyes and took my hand back, "That's not what I meant and you know that,"

He let out a big breath and whole face went serious, "Before we can figure out what's happening between us, I need to come clean about a few things first," He pulled the car off to the side of the road and parked. He turned to me and pulled my hand, yet again, into his. "The reason why I'm so afraid of letting you in, is because my past isn't the most happiest. My mom and dad were alcholics and druggies. When they didn't have enough money to get their high, they would take their frustrations out on me. I was three when it all started happening," he closed his eyes trying to hold back the tears.

I tighted my grip on his hand, "You don't have to tell me now. This can wa-"

"No, it can't wait," he interrupted me. "I want to tell you, it's okay." He looked me in the eyes, then droped them back to our hands. "I was finally taken out of my parents home when I was fifteen. That was when I came to Hedgewood, and lived with Anna. She's my foster mom. She wants to adopt me, but my biological parents are fighting to get me back. They claim that they have been working on their addiction. I don't believe it one bit. I turn eighteen next month, once I do, I want Anna put down as my mother. Since at that point it's up to me." he now ha dtears falling from his eyes. "I didn't address you at the event, because I didn't want you to find out. I was still in the trance of thinking I didn't care about you, yet obviously I did. I started caring when you were at my house that day after Ava confessed. The other times I talked to you, you were upset with me or with them. But that day, I saw a playful you. One that snorts when she laughs and likes sitting propped up in a chair while she eats. You were different, you are different. You showed that you were interested in me and not my kissing skills," he managed a slight smirk after that remark.