Saving All My Love || Book 1 (Editing)

Twenty-Three

Wednesday, February 1
Payton

After a long day at work, Payton plopped in the driver seat and yawned before closing her door. All day she's been up on her feet running errands. First, she had to wake up early to go grocery shopping, then had two classes to go to, then had lunch with Kelly, then went by Simon's so he could teach her the basics of the keyboard, and lastly, had to go to work.

Probably doesn't sound like a lot, but a person can only do so much.

Cutting the car on, Payton turned on some jams to keep her from falling asleep. After looking in the rear view mirror, she looked down at her ringing phone that sat in the cup holder. Looking to see who it was, she answered it.

"Yeah?" She yawned.

"Wassup baybeh, you good?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired."

"You wanna come through?"

Payton laid her head back on the head rest and groaned. "Why am I always the one that has to go over there? I'm tired, and all I wanna do right now is sleep," she whined, "I'm not even sure if I have enough gas to make it over there. And no, I'm not going to the gas station either. Especially not at night."

Aaron made a grumbling noise, indicating he was getting annoyed with her. Payton basically ignored most of everything Aaron was saying. While she waited for him to stop talking, she fixed her eyes at some dude in a grey hoodie, that was walking in the middle of the road.

Her heart suddenly sped up when the mysterious guy came to a sudden stop and turned to look straight at her. Although, her headlights were shining directly at him, she still wasn't able to see his features, since the hoodie was covering most of his face.

"Hhh-hold on, Aaron," Payton said, swiftly locking her doors. Dropping the phone in her lap, she quickly pulled out of the parking spot as the stranger started to walk towards her car.

"Payton, you a'ight?"

"Uh, yeah," She answered, looking at her rear view mirror. She could still see the guys' silhouette standing in the distance.

"You want me to come over then?"

Payton didn't reply to Aaron's question, since her mind was busy thinking about what had just happened. She'd forgotten that Aaron was still on the phone.

"Payton , imma come ova', a'ight?"

"Ok. Whatever. I don't care," she huffed, "You're so freakin' needy," she mumbled the last part.

"A'ight. Don't make me knock you upside yo' head when I get there," he warned.

Payton rolled her eyes and ended the call.

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Aaron

"Mmm, that feels so good," Payton moaned in the pillow.

Aaron chuckled and pressed his thumbs in the center of her back, and massaged it in a circular motion.

"I told you I got the magic touch," he smirked.

"Mhmm," Payton hummed, clutching onto the pillow more as Aaron rubbed the palm of his hands up her back.

Pulling one hand away, he took another puff of his blunt, that he held in between his lips. Normally, Payton wouldn't allow him to smoke in her house, but this time she let it slide since she was too tired to fuss at him.