Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 25

Peyton's POV
We went to the diner we always go to. It was a Hedgewood hangout. People of all ages, cliques, and even towns would chill out here. Every town has that one spot. That spot where everyone in the town meet up. If you need to catch a ride with someone, you meet them at that one area. The one that everyone knows when you say it's nickname. My town's hangout name was "Philly's". Mainly because they served the best Philly cheesesteak ever.

We sat in our booths and looked at our menus. Sawyer sat beside me in the window seat, while Olivia was in front of us. We didn't talk to each other after we had a little bit of a rough interaction. Sawyer tried to cover up the awkward mood by turning the radio up, filling the thick silence that was hovering over us.

"What are you'd getting?" Sawyer was yet again trying to break the tension. Failing because neither of us answered. I wasn't trying to ignore him, I'm just petty. I can't get over how rude she was being in the car. We just met and she already rubbed me the wrong way. "I'm thinking about ordering a hotdog," kidding about his fancy hotdog orders. Olivia and I both laughed. I instantly stopped realizing she knew the joke.

"I don't think the waiter and the cooks have the ability to fulfill your outrageous and over the top extra hotdog," she playfully laid her hand on his hand that was resting on the table. I couldn't move my eyes from the sight.

He kept laughing along with her, "It's not 'extra' or 'outrageous', thats the epitome of you,"

"Epitome of me? Never," she still had her hand on his. Neither of them pulling away.

"Ever since we were kids you wo-"

Interrupted him to excuse myself, "I'll be right back,"

"Where are you going?" He just then removed his hand when he realized where I was staring.

"Bathroom," I simply stated and walked away. I had to go clear my head. He wouldn't have lifted his hand away from her if I wouldn't have stared at it like a freak. I pushed through the doors and swiftly fast walked over to the sinks. I leaned onto my palms, resting them on the counter. Why am I so jealous? Because they have a history? I have a history with him. Just not one that goes back to childhood. Sawyer and I know each other from hate, they know each other from friendship. Who knows what they've done? I kept trying to push that thought away but it came back at the wrong times. This time being one of them. I love Sawyer. But maybe we pushed everything too fast.

"Is the prissy bitch intimidated?" I knew it was her. Who else would storm into a bathroom talking like that?

I turned around to face her, my face quickly turned from the defeat I facing, into a full on bored expression. I knew it bugged her when her eyes slightly showed her seething.

"I would be if I were you. Intimidated that is. I mean look at me, and then look at you. You're dull. You're boring. You're a whore. Shall I go on?"

"Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me either," I rolled my eyes, and tried to make my way out the door. That was until she grabbed my arms, pressing her long nails into my skin. I gasped loudly and turned around quickly to slap her. The smack made an echo through the restroom. "Keep your filthy hands off of me,"

"When I tell Sawyer he's-"

"He's what? Believe you? What about when I tell him you're the one who came out her to harass me?"

"He won't believe you," she smirked as if she knew something I didn't.

"Why wouldn't he?"