Always Yours (boyxboy)

Chapter 3: 180

I sat and stared at the licence plate for what seemed to be hours, time seemed to slow as I took in what the licence plate on that bright red ferrari meant. I snapped back into reality as I saw the door swing open, and I panicked. I didn't know If I wanted to see him, I didn't even know if it was truly him, all I knew is that I needed to leave. I pretty much floored my little maserati, skidding out of the parking lot attracting a bit of a crowd, watching as a sped off. I got out into the open highway, and I hardly felt anything. I felt entirely numb, no emotion at all, but yet there were hot tears pouring down my face, and my breath was catching, and my heart was racing at speeds faster than I was reaching in my car. It was like I was sitting in the passenger seat, watching myself having a meltdown. The roar of the engine was so loud it drown out all of my physical misery, as a stormed down the road, weaving in and out of traffic. A few minutes, or seconds, or hours, I don't really know, later I was snapped out of my transfixation by the sound of a siren, and a cop speeding behind me with his lights on. Fuck. I pulled over to the shoulder and recklessly slammed on the brakes of my sports car, and the cop tried to follow suit, however they were sent catapulting past me, before they reached a stop and turned around and came back.

The cop got out of the car and walked towards the window. Long story short, I wasn't of the best mental state when he approached the window, and apparently 180 is life threateningly fast, so that landed me a trip to jail and a tow of my car. I got into the back of the cop car, still feeling numb, and empty, but having a breakdown on the outside.

"Jason... Jason hester? Holy shit! You're the young billionaire!" The cops' female partner, who must have remained in the car during the ticketing process said.
"Hey dude are you ok? I mean I know you just got arrested but it's not THAT bad, I mean we all know you can afford bail!" she said attempting to crack a hollow joke. I simply did not react.

"...Okay..." she mumbled to her partner in the driver's seat as she turned around. We got to the police station, and I was somehow able to function through a phone call to Julia, for her to come get me.
" What? Why the hell- Sorry sir I don't mean to sound unprofessional, But why on earth were you going 180 miles per hour? You could have wrecked and died, Mr. Hester you cant-" she started to scold
"Just come get me. Now" I interrupted before hanging up the phone.
They took me back to my holding cell, which was empty, I'm assuming I got this luxury because they figured out who I was, and didn't want to risk anything.

After a short amount of time, they came to get me and informed me that I was bailed out. I grabbed my things and went out to limo that Julia and one of my drivers were waiting for me in. The minute I walked out of the door it seemed like I was smacked in the face with a wall of light, Paparazzi cameras flashed and they yelled asking questions and attempting to get the best and juiciest picture. My driver and julia immediately came out of the car, probably regretting not bringing security, and helped me through the crowd of paparazzi by putting a coat over my head to prevent pictures from being taken, and then they parted the sea of people crowded around the limo before putting me in and driving away.

By the time we got home, I had collected myself " What on earth happened there Jason?" julia said, obviously concerned, she rarely called me by my first name.

" I think I saw him...." I muttered out quietly
"Saw who? What? You're confusing me" she said

"Nothing" I finished. I was kind of embarrassed by my actions, how could I let a person I haven't seen in 6 years affect me like that? God I needed to get a grip. But I had to know if it was really him or not... Just to know. Nothing else. I was going to avoid him, and not speak his name, or ever let him affect me like he just had. Fuck I was so stupid, I simply saw his name on a licence plate and broke down. Guaranteed he doesn't feel that way about me anymore, so why did I act like this?

My thoughts were racing for the rest of the day. I walked into my living room and sat down to think, taking the remote to the gas fireplace in my hand and with a press of a button the large fireplace that was the centerpiece of the room was roaring. I thought mainly of the past, the events from earlier today brought me back to highschool, a time that I forever wished I could go back to.
I decided not to go back to the therapy place. That was simply the best thing to do. Right? I mean I couldn't if there was a chance of running into him again. I wasn't going to risk having a total mental meltdown, or anything immature of the sort, in public again. But what if.... No. There isnt any possible way things could go back to how they used to be. I just won't happen.

"Ugh" I muttered to myself, about five minutes ago I was freezing, god only knows why considering it was the summer, and now with the fire I was practically sweating. I walked into the bathroom and quickly stripped, turning on a cold shower. I got into the shower and felt the cold water run down my body, cooling me off sufficiently while I sat there and continued to think. Sometimes I wish my mind would just be settled for once, and I wasn't always thinking. After a while, I turned off the shower and stepped out grabbing one of my versace bathrobes, putting it on lazily not bothering to tie it, as everyone should have left my house by now. I then walked into my bedroom, layed down on my bed and attempted to find some peace in sleep.