Bad Timing

Chapter 3

Hayden's POV//:

I sped down the road, taking the nearly hidden turn onto the small back roads that I had to take to get to practice. I couldn't even begin to explain how many times I had missed this turn, and it always resulted in me being late.

The smile on my face remained in place unconscously.

How could I have gotten so lucky?

Brenton is amazing.

He's anything and everything I've ever wanted, and now that I have him, as cheesy as it sounds, I couldn't imagine life without him.

I don't know where I'd be if something were to keep us apart.

Lost, probably.

It's scary, really. Letting your walls down... putting your trust into someone else.

He knows all of me, inside and out.

I can only hope it's the same way for him.

He knows how much he means to me. At least I hope he does.

It's dumb, really. I'm dumb. I let myself become dependent on him, always expecting him to be there, when it would be so much easier to just walk away.

I wonder if he knows how often these haunting thoughts run through my mind.

"Hey, girl!" I hear Summer say, snapping me out of my trance.

An instant smile spreads across my face as I realize that I am parked in front of my cheer gym. Instinct brought me here, once again. It always seems to know the way when I'm lost in my head.

I turn the key, removing it from the ignition.

Turning slightly, I open the door to see Summer jogging towards me.

Smiling at her, I said, "Hey!" As I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug, Her bleach blonde hair blows over my shoulders as she steps back to throw it into a quick, effortless ponytail.

Pulling out her fringe, she says "It's been a while." With our favorite type of sarcasm, the ignorant valley girl, clear in her tone.

"Yeah, like a whole two hours!" I reply.

She laughs, nodding as we walk into the gym, side by side, as usual.

Summer and I had been bestfriends since second grade, when I was sitting on the floor and she stepped on my finger. I was mad, of course, until I saw her shoes. They had a purple horse on the side, which obviously, I couldn't resist. Yes, I was that girl that loved horses, even though I'd never rode on one.

Anyway, instead of immediately hating her for stepping on my finger and making it bruise, I thanked her.

Yes. I looked up at her with blue eyes, too big for my face, and said, "Thank you...I love your pony."

Bam. Bestfriends.