Saving Peyton

His Name

Chapter Three

SHOOTING IN SUBWAY, TWO DEAD, POSSIBLE GANG VIOLENCE RELATED.

The newspaper's bold headlines catch my eye as I walk into the kitchen. Hearing a noise, Harrison puts the paper down and looks at me, eyes filled with worry.

"How are you feeling?" concern etched into his voice.

I've never seen Harrison so scared or concerned in my life. He was always Mr. Macho Man, nothing ever bothering him. But I guess I was an exception to his attitude, which I was fine with.

"I'm fine, my head just hurts," I croak out, before making my way over to the pantry to grab Nutella. In light of recent events, I grab a spoon from the drawer and dig into the Nutella, no other food involved. Harrison shoots me an odd look, I just shrug and pop another spoonful into my mouth. Trying to lighten the mood, I try to seductively lick the spoon with my tongue while maintaining eye contact with Harrison. But due to my 'just-rolled-out-of-bed' look, my hair in every which direction, my makeup from last night smeared over my face, and the fact that my tongue completely missed the spoon, trying to be seductive failed miserably.

After missing the spoon, for the second time, exasperatedly I sigh and throw my spoon down on the counter, which sent Harrison into fits of laughter. I shoot him my evilest glare, which just causes him to laugh even louder. "Screw you," I cross my arms and stand up.

"Well in that case.." a mischievous look crosses his eyes.

"Don't even think about it," I warn him, but I was too late, he jumps off the barstool and has me thrown over his shoulder just as the last word was out of my mouth.

I kick and pound my fists into his back. "Harrison, put me down this instance, you son-of-a-bitch!"

"We don't have to meet my mother until 2:00, so we have time," he continues walking, not even the slightest bit deterred by my protesting.

I cross my arms, "Put me down."

"Hey, you're the one who said it, not me."

"Ugh, I didn't mean it like that!"

"Too late," he shuts the door behind us. Throwing me onto the bed, he strips his shirt off, I look up at his body. He had the perfect toned abs, and he was tan from working out and surfing. Perfect body for the perfect boy.

A mischievous smirk was on his lips as he bent down to kiss me. I moan, oh what the hell, we have some time.

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"Hurry up!"

"Just a second," I hiss at him, applying more pink lipstick. "You were the one who said we had time."

"Yeah, well I didn't think you'd take a thousand hours to apply the damn lipstick."

I roll my eyes, "Stop being such a drama queen."

He pouts his lips and gives me the 'puppy face'. Shaking my head, I plop the lipstick back into my beige clutch and take the valet's waiting hand to step out of the Ferrari.

Thanking the valet, Harrison tosses him the keys, and I slide my arm around his, as we walk up to the country club.

As we enter, I immediately spot Tabitha and her new boyfriend, some Duke-in-waiting she had met on her vacation in the English countryside. Tabitha seeing me, drags her boyfriend over to me, "Pey, how are you feeling, you scared the shit out of us all last night! I thought you died!"

I let out a polite giggle, "Well obviously I'm not dead, but I'm doing alright, probably just too much vodka. My head hurts like a bitch, but I'm doing much better, thank you for asking. Good to see you Edward," I nod at Edward's direction. He simply nods back with a smile. Compared to Tabitha's bubbly, outgoing personality, Edward was shy and quiet, they were the definition of 'opposites attract'. They are good couple, though, he makes her happy and treats her better than the other jerks she has dated in the past. Everyone in our group approved of him.