Give Your Heart A Break

Chapter II

(Ian Nelson as Wyatt Harris)

Jayden's POV

I had only been driving for 5 minutes down the road towards school. As I was driving, In My Blood by Shawn Mendes came on the radio. I started singing along to the radio loudly.

But quite terribly, I might add.

"IT ISN'T IN BLOOD I NEED SOMEBODY NOW. SOMEONE HELP ME OUT ISN'T IN MY BLOOD I NEED---"

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"

As I opened my eyes that I had unconsciously shut momentarily during my fit of great singing, I saw a young girl about my age fall down into the middle of the road in front of my car. She was parked on the side of the road and was being harassed by a group of biker looking guys. Hot ones at that.

I mean....uhhh...what?

I slammed on the breaks and narrowly missed getting her as I heard her scream. I heard my brakes squeal to a halt.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, my heart beating extremely fast and my breathing ragged and fast.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car to make sure she was okay. "Oh my god, are you alright?" I asked the girl.

She was quite stunning may I say. She had long, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and pale white skin, which was flawless.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay, thanks," she said smiling weakly at me. 

"Yo, who the hell is this fool?" I heard a deep voice ask. I looked up from the pretty girl, whose name I had yet to find out and raised an eyebrow.

I looked up at the newcomer and my jaw almost drop.

Oh. My. God.

He was gorgeous. He had black hair that lay messily on his head, which held a strong jawline and hazel pupils, which looked oddly familiar (his eyebrows were also on point though).

Oh my god, what the fuck am I thinking??! What the hell is wrong with me?

Anyway, I shook my head and cleared my throat, standing up to face him. He was a bit taller than me, but I wouldn't let him intimidate me.

Much.

"Excuse me, kind sir, but who the HELL you think you calling a fool, fool?" I glared at him and tried my best to look intimidating but damn was it hard! (No pun intended). I was mesmerized by those hazel eyes of his.

He stared back at me and his hardened expression soften just the slightest bit.

"Well, I don't see anyone else around except you and me and that worthless bitch right there," he said, pointing at the girl who was now standing, smirking.

I don't know what happened the next moment but all I know is my fist collided with his face and the next moment he was on the ground with a bloody nose.

"Holy shit, dude that was one hell of a punch," the girl stated.

"Thanks," I said non chalantly. I knelt down next to the dude and scanned his face.

Even though I fucked up his face a bit, he was still sexy.

Fine, I admit it. Yes, he was sexy. Guys call other guys sexy sometimes...right?

"Now, you see here, stranger, where I come from, we don't call the ladies "bitches". It's the people like you because you go around harassing women and thinking you're all big and bad. Well guess what sweetie, you're not."

Mr. No-name just looked up at me with with an expression mixed between shock and anger. But it quickly faded into one of pure hatred.

He jumped up and came so close to me we were almost nose to nose. I could smell his sweet cologne. Oh, he smelled great. 

Snap out of it, Jay. You're not gay.

Are you?

Mr. No-name poked a finger in my chest and said, "Better watch your back.  Punk."

I just turned around and glanced over my shoulder and spun around.

"Sorry, I really can't see my own back without a mirror and I'm sure if one was around it would break looking at you."

That was a total bullshit statement, Jay.

The mystery girl snickered, trying to contain her laughter. I looked at her, turn back at Mr. No-name and smirked. He glared at her then at me. He then wiped his nose and turned around and walked to his car, which was a classic 60's cherry red.

"Hey, nice car", I complimented.

He just looked at me and I thought I saw the slightest hint of a smile.

He just nodded and looked away.

As I turned away to attend to the mystery girl, I heard him call out, "Wyatt."

"What?" I asked.

" Names Wyatt," he stated clearly. That name sounded oddly familiar. 

"Oh. Jay. " I said.

"Jay," he repeated.

We look at each other and made eye contact, which he broke quickly.

"Sorry," he murmured.

I giggled.

Seriously, what the fuck? A giggle? I'm losing my damn mind, I think to myself.

I snap out of my thoughts and find him closer to me again. WAY too close.

"Umm...can I help you?" I asked, curiously.

"Jayden Taylor," he said.

I raised an eyebrow. "How the hell do you know my name?"

For a second, I thought I saw hurt or sadness cross his facial expression, but it quickly faded away again.

"You don't remember me?" he asked quietly. 

"Nooooooo. Should I?" I asked genuinely confused.

"N-nah," he said. "Listen, I should be headed to school and so should you guys," Wyatt said as he walked back to his car quickly.

"Wait!" I called out but he ignored me and sped away.

"What was that about?" the mystery girl asked.

"I don't know," I said confused.

"He seemed to know you," she concluded.

"How is that possible? I don't know a single bloody soul here!" I said. "Much less anyone named--"

Oh my fucking gosh.

"Wyatt."

"What?" the girl asked, seemingly confused. 

I had to choke back the tears that we're threatening to spill.

I knew I recognized those hazel eyes anywhere.

It was HIM.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Y-yeeah I'm fine. Great," I said, forcing a smile.

"Hey, I never got your name," I realized,  eager to change the subject.

"It's Callie," she said, smiling softly.

"Well Callie, I think it's time we should be headed to school, do you think?" I asked as I stared of the long road ahead.