Falling In Hate with Fox Kincaid

2. we'll help you move out of this place

Beads of condensation slid quickly down the cup, and into the cardboard tray which was now becoming soggy. I reached for my cup and took a small sip, sighing in satisfaction as it began to quench my thirst. I turned the corner and scanned for the storage facility which wasn't hard to spot since it was one of the only buildings on the small road.

I parked directly across from it, grabbed the drinks and hopped out. The actual storage locker was harder to find and I ended up walking in circle until I realised it was also directly across from my car.

As I neared the cage, I could see Fox leaning against it. His signature long, black hair was secured in a messy bun and he was reading something on his phone. I realised then, that his irritated look wasn't only directed at me, but seemed to be plastered on his face at all times. He must have heard me approaching since he glanced over, but then resumed his activity as if I wasn't there.

I rolled my eyes, and leant my side against one of the large pillars across from him. Denying my urge to pull my own phone out, I instead just looked around the barren facility and creeped myself out by how empty it was. There wasn't one other soul there and it was dead quiet except for a few bird calls from nearby trees.

When I looked back, I noticed Fox staring at me which caused an instant disgusted look to settle across my face. He nodded his chin up at the juice tray in my hands. "What's in those?"

"Watermelon juice." I replied, looking away from him.

"Oh yeah... D'you get us all one?" He replied hungrily, eyeing the cups with palpable thirst. I sighed, not wanting to give in, but knowing I was too polite not to. The stupid reason I'd even included him was down to the same thing - this unwavering concern that I might appear to be rude to someone.

"Yep." I replied, a slight note of irritation showing in my voice. I gave in, and pulled a cup out to hand to him before placing the tray on the floor since it was now uneven and beginning to hurt my hand.

"Cheers." He mumbled. I watched him take a sip and then pull off the lid and gulp the liquid back. I'm sure that dirty look was still firmly on my face but he didn't seem to care. He finished the drink quickly and began to play with the plastic lid. He was twisting it, trying to break it and it was making an annoying noise as the plastic was bent which was driving me crazy.

"Can you not?" I snapped, crossing my arms and glaring at him. To my surprise, he placed the lid inside the cup and walked it over to the bin in the middle of the courtyard behind us. He returned to his spot and I squeaked a small "Thank-you" which caused him to look up at me. He studied my face for a quick second, something completely unreadable behind his eyes. I swallowed, nervous under his gaze, but he broke it quickly by pulling his phone out and gluing his eyes to it again.

We stood in silence for a few minutes and I checked the time, frowning when I realised Meg and Clay were running half an hour late. I tried to call Megan, pressing the phone to my ear and walking a couple of feet away in case she answered. She didn't. I tried a few more times, but the call went straight to voicemail. I saw Fox do the same, lifting his phone to his ear.

"Hey man, yeah we're at the storage place. Are you guys heading over....." He started, but I didn't hear the rest since we'd walked in different directions and he had made it all the way to the front of the building. I lifted my cup and took a sip, figuring he'd tell me what they said when he walked back but to my shock, all I saw was him getting into his car and turning it on.

I stood still for a second, mouth agape. Is this guy for real? "What?" I asked out loud, and then realised he was about to leave. "Hey!" I tried to yell as his car took off without a look in my direction.