If I Were Yours

Ch. 5 Convention (Swift)

Swift's POV

The silent hum of this swag's car was unnerving and just plain weird. Like what the hell man? I knew it was a super car, most likely a Bugatti like he had told me it was, (but why trust him? Haha), but damn was it quiet. Like a nice purr from a cat quiet. Like listening to waves on a summer shore...

And just to think, the only reason I was privileged to be in this car right now, with this stupid piece of dumb shit, was because he'd said my brothers and I were actually worthy to go with his bros and him, and that made his sensei guy changed his mind very quickly if I can say that.

"So? What's your name?"

I was never ever one to start up a converstion. It just never came to me like it did with other people, and this incident was the same. Him asking a question or talking to start up a conversation, and me listening to get a hint of what he wanted me to say or do.

I don't know? I just couldn't bring myself to make it awkward as hell for me or for him, but mostly me. Because if that happened, where would his respect for me go? I just.... I couldn't risk it.

But my big problem in this here situation, wasn't that I needed to talk to him specifically, it's just, I didn't want to get to attached is all. Because he was pretty hot. Like fire, spicy, meltting hot. And trust me when I say, he was super hot and hunky for a swag, and that was just in my ball park.

"Swift."

I needed to answer whatever question he'd asked me earlier. Weither it be about my name, my birthplace, or even where and when I grew up, but I wouldn't ask him his name, and I wouldn't say nothing else.

You know what? I might have just realized I'm quit socially awkward. Not to the max or anything like that, but just enough to make me and the person next to me or speaking to me feel uncomfortable.

It was horrible really. Because nobody else deserved to feel that cause of something I said or did. Something I might have caused. Something I couldn't help, but just happened to be in the chain of events that had to happen in order for my story to get told to someone less interested in it then me...

"Wow. Like your actual biological name?"

And now he wants to know everything? Does he. Well. I can't tell him everything that he might want to know, but I can be completely honest for the most part about some things, and for now.

"No."

His face gives off a small smile and he looks over, slowing his car down. I can tell he's going to say something, ask something, or question something, but I'll refuse to answer this time round.

"So? What is it?"

His questions are digging it's nails into me, and I couldn't seem to get them out. His voice is wrapping my neck so I can't answer, but leaving a tiny bit of space for a small response. His smile is leaving me with no choice but to smile back, and his eyes are sparkling with wonder that I couldn't ignore.

"I can't say. I really don't know."

He tips his head and frowns sadly. As if he was going to get another answer from me. Yeah right. He didn't have the power over me anymore. And whoever he thought he was to have the power over me, he was completely and utterly wrong. Because this mouth was sealed for all he knew.

"Why don't you know?"

I look straight forwards, ignoring every single question, eye contact and piece of sadness he gave me. Such as puppy dog eyes, a frown or anything that would give me a sign that he cared, because he shouldn't, a sign that would brake me, because it shouldn't. Not at all.

At least it shouldn't. And it won't. Not after I'm done with him...