Mustang Dreams (COMPLETED)

Chapter Fifteen

     Misty paced around in Clay's loft, checking her phone for the umpteenth time. About an hour ago, Misty received a text from Clay that said, "We need to talk." When she texted him back, asking what they needed to talk about, Clay had just told her to meet him in his loft in an hour, so here she was. Waiting anxiously, not even caring that her pacing was hurting her side where she broke two ribs. 

      Deciding that pacing was just making things worse, Misty walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Opening her inbox, Misty checked to see if there was another text from Clay. Nothing. Rereading their conversation just made Misty even more concerned; what could Clay possibly need to talk to her about? There were plenty of things: maybe Jace had talked to Clay and lied about what happened, or Clay decided he no longer wanted to date Misty, or...wait, Clay had met up with Misty's dad today. That's why Clay needed to talk to her...Bill told Clay that he didn't want his daughter dating Clay. Misty knew it; that's what happened. 

     Misty mentally prepared herself for whatever would happen next when she heard the door open, then boots clicking against the hard wood floors. Turning, Misty faced Clay; she walked towards him. Clay and Misty both reached their arms out to each other in a hug. Wrapping both of his arms tightly around Misty, he planted a kiss on the top of her head, breathing in the clean scent of her hair. "Hey, babe." 

     "Hey, you said that we needed to talk." Pulling back to look up at Clay, Misty had a worried look in her eyes. "What's wrong?" 

      Taking a deep breath, Clay pulled back slightly to place both of his arms on Misty's shoulders, running his hands down them, and back up. With a sigh, Clay started, "I talked to your dad today." 

      Misty gave him a pleading look, hoping whatever he would say next was going to be something good. 

     "He knows about you and Jace." Clay remarked, his jaw clenching tight. 

     Misty nodded slowly. She already knew where this was going and that saddened her. "How does he know?"

     Clay shifted slightly, looking at Misty with an unknown look. "He said that Jace confronted him about it."

     "How did that come up in the conversation?" Misty asked. "You didn't say anything, did you?" She asked in an agitated voice. 

     "No, of course not. I promised you I wouldn't." Clay gave Misty a small smile, rubbing his hands up and down her arms again. "Bill brought it up. He said that Jace came in the other day and told him what happened. Your dad said that Jace felt horrible about it because he knew about you and me, but Jace claimed that he just needed to know if you liked him. Bill asked if I knew about it, and I told him yes, that you told me all about it." 

      Misty felt her shoulders slump under Clay's strong hands. Looking away, she mumbled, "Let me guess, my dad thinks that Jace and I are better together, and the talk didn't go well, and my dad wants us to break up." With a sigh, she added, "I knew it." Bringing her eyes back up to Clay, she apologized, but when a smile rose on his lips, Misty asked, "Why are you smilin'?"

       Clay, moving his hands off of Misty's arms, and down to her hands, he responded, "Because the talk with your dad went great. He said that he couldn't think of a better guy for you than me." 

       "Wait, so he wasn't mad about the kiss?" Surprise strung on her face.

       Shaking his head, Clay responded, "No, he wasn't. So," Clay pulled Misty slightly closer to him. "Will you officially go out with me?"

       With a smile the size of Cheyenne, Misty nodded. "Yes, I would love to officially go out with you, again, considering you already asked me once."