Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 30

Peyton's POV
"Hey, slutbag,"

The presence of this unwanted confrontation was filled with hate and envy.

"Hello, Ava!" I say with fake enthusiasm. "So nice to see you here! Plan on sleeping with someone else's guy?" Sawyer stepped out in front of me, probably thinking I would lunge at her any second. Thought he knew me better than for me to do so.

"He wasn't your man, idiot. He was a single guy, that was looking for a hook up. Maybe I wasn't his first request to be with, but at the end of the night, I made him feel better than you will ever be able to make him feel,"

"It's never something to brag about being someone's sloppy second choice. How about you revaluate your standards a tad," I snap back. Kinda hating myself for showing her the anger she was causing me to have.

"Not as bad as being someone's sloppy... What number would you say it was, Sawyer? 2-"

Sawyer cut her off before she was able to finish her guesstimation of how many girls her slept with. "She was never a sloppy go to. She's always meant something to me. Something Liam never felt for you and never will,"

"On the contrary," she dragged on. "Liam and I started dating at the beginning of winter break,"

"And bringing up your boyfriends past relationships is what you do in your free time?" I was surprised even at this point that she still thought everything was okay with what she did. Liam and her are made for each other after you think about it.

"Actually what I do in my free time is this little thing Liam lov-"

She was interrupted yet again by Sawyer. "No one cares what you and lover boy do in your free time. How about you just leave already and do something productive with your life, instead of meddling in ours," he grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the crowd and outside to the backyard patio. "I couldn't listen to her anymore. Sorry for dragging you out here,"

"No, thank you for taking me away from the queen bitch. Very appreciated," I giggled while nudging his shoulder. He held a pained look in his eyes. We both wanted to be more than friends, but both afraid of what might happen if we tried again. The love we feel for each other is something that will never leave. Will we ever move on?

"This is hard for me," he sat down on the patio chair while I took a seat by him. He kept his eyes on the sky, making sure to not look my way. "It's so hard for me not to kiss you when you laugh. I love seeing you happy, but I know I'm not the one who's going to be able to keep you happy. It pains me to know that,"

I grabbed his hand in mine, trying to keep myself from doing something more like kissing. Holding hands was a level playing field. "You do make me happy, Sawyer. It's just the trust that was broken. I understand that you were drunk, but you were also drunk when we first slept together. Every time you have a little too much to drink, will you sleep with someone? I can't handle the fact of that being a possibility,"

"I don't trust myself either anymore,"

I didn't know what else to say. I was still confused as to why his dad would show up so randomly just to tell him that he would mess up. I feel like he would come here to do more than just that. He had to have more reasoning.

"I think your dad had more to do here than just tell you that you'd ruin everything," his eyes looked at me bewildered as if I was crazy. "Don't you think? I mean, why would he come here just to tell you that one thing and leave. There's more motivation to his actions then what he's letting out,"

"What else could he have done?"

"I honestly don't know," I drop my shoulders at my failed attempt to make a case for him. "Maybe we can try to figure that out,"