Lost

Chapter Thirteen

~Chapter Thirteen~

Song on the Chapter: Hold on, We're going home- Drake

Peyton's POV:

"So what's really going on with you and singer-boy?" Linking her arm with mine, Amanda and I walk out of school towards my car.

"Nothing, honestly," Ok, so maybe that was lie. But I did it for a good reason, I'm not even sure if I'm ready to be back with him.

"Ugh, fine I don't tell me. But you know I'll figure it out anyway," Amanda winks at me before hopping into my car. "Hey should I call Chaz and tell him and Justin to come over and we can bond and all that crap? It'll be just like old times!"

"Old times? Really Amanda? You didn't even know them before you moved here six months ago."

"Whatever... So should I call them or not?"

"Fine, go ahead I guess," I actually wouldn't mind having Justin around for a while. Just in case Chuck and my mom decide to come home early for some reason. I know Chuck well enough that he wouldn't lay a finger on me in front of anybody.

I pull out my keys after I put my car in park right next to my house. We get inside and walk to the kitchen and grab some food. I walk over to the couch and we hear a knock on the door.

"It's open!" I yell as I hear the door click open. The boys walk in and sit next to us.

"You know we could've been a murder who was here to kill you guys," Chaz jokes.

"Yeah I don't really think a murder would knock first," Amanda jokes back, nudging Chaz in the side.

"Touché," Chaz retorts.

"Come with me to the kitchen," Justin whispers in my ear sending chills up my spin. I nod discreetly and get up off the couch and follow him.

"What's up?" I slide onto a stool next to the counter and Justin walks over to pantry.

"Nothing I just wanted to get some food," he pulls out a bag of chips and walks back over to me.

"And you needed me to come with you because...?"

"Well, I also wanted to do this," Justin cups my cheeks in his hands and presses his lips against mine. It takes me a second to comprehend what is happening, but once I do I don't hesitate to kiss him back.

So there we are making out in my kitchen when there's a chance for my parents to come home or our best friends walk in on us. For some reason I didn't care. I loved the thrill of this risk. The risk of anyone finding out about our secret relationship is kind of hot.

Our mouths are moving in perfect rhythm as I deepen the kiss, trying to savor as much of his taste as possible. His soft tongue glides across my bottom lip, but instead of giving him entrance I pull and rest my forehead against his.

"We can't do this, not right here with them in the other room," I whisper between breaths.

"Why not? Does it matter if anyone knows about us? Is it such a bad thing?" I pull my forehead away from his and my gaze meets his. I notice a genially confused look on his face as if he honestly doesn't know what would happen if we went public.

"Well, for starters I'm terrified of your fans. After the way they sent hate to Selena I couldn't deal with that. And second Chuck. He would catch on and notice that I'm not at home and things would just get worse," I whisper the last part. I am still not used to somebody else knowing what Chuck does to me.

"Ok, don't worry about my fans. They are harmless the only reason the send hate is because they're protective of me. And I'll protect you from Chuck, I won't let him touch you, ever," A serious look on his face and a serious tone in his voice.

"You can't protect me from Chuck, he would figure out a way to hurt me no matter what you try to do," tears begin forming in my eyes.

"Then live with me. I'm serious if you're at my house he won't be able to reach you."

I stand there in awe. There is now way he thinks I would actually leave my mother to live with him. "Justin, I can't just leave. Mom would be devastated if I left her."

"Just think about it, please?"

"What would happen if you left for tour again? I would be left here alone again and he would start hurting me like he did the first time you left."

"Peyton, I love you. Come with me."

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            "Peyton Sophia Baker!" My eyes shoot open to the sound of my mothers voice ringing throughout the entire house.

I scramble to my feet and hurry downstairs where the source of her voice is coming from. Finally I reach her, where she is standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips looking around, as if there is some imaginary mess that I don't see.

"Y-yes mom?" Ok yeah I stuttered. It really isn't my fault though. Honestly I hadn't expected her to be home today or actually I had no ide when I thought she would be home. Anyway, her coming home completely pissed off for no good reason didn't help the situation at all.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me? Or, well actually congratulate us?" A huge beaming smile forms on her face and remains plastered there. Out of the corner of my eye I see Chuck enter through the front door and walk towards us. Great they didn't break up over this "little trip".

"What are talking about?" I question in utter confusion.

Chuck walks up next to her and snakes his arm around her waist. Ew. Barf in my mouth. "We're engaged!" My mom exclaims wrapping her arms around Chucks' neck.

Tears begin clouding my vision. A lump begins to form in my throat. I spin around on my heel and start slowly walking towards the front door. I begin to noticeably quicken my pace, grabbing my keys and running out the door. By the time I hop into my car my face is plastered with tears and probably bright red.

Pulling out of my driveway I have no clue where I am going but I just know I can't be at home. Not with Chuck there. He cannot be marrying my mom. My life now officially sucks and it is becoming pure hell.

I feel like I am in a daze. Like everything that happened in the past few moments was just a dream, and I'll be waking up soon. I try to snap out of it by lightly slapping my cheeks a few times, but to no avail, I do no wake up and the reality of the situation sets in.

I am fucked.

My mom has just made my life hell, whether she knows it or not. I think it might be time to take Justin up on his offer of letting me stay with him.