Adrenalin

Chapter 10 - Hayden

Alrighty, here is an update finally, sorry xD
I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter so maybe I'll go back and fix it up but I hope you like it. Enjoy! xxx
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I lean back in the chair, crossing my arms and smirking. “Go ahead then, Goth Girl.”

“Last name?”

I grin. “McKnight.”

“Mm, sexy.” She says.

I laugh

She leans forwards, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her entwined fingers. “Where’d the boat come from?”

“My grandpa left it to me when he passed away.” I answer, watching her intently. Her eyes flicker with an emotion I can’t quite guess.

“Were you close?” She asks.

I nod. “Any easier questions?”

“Sorry.” She says uncomfortably, shifting her eyes. “How about... What school you go to?”

“Worthington Private.” I answer and cringe at how stuck up that sounds. I’m not like that. I don’t care about the amount of money my parents make.

She smirks. “And your parents, what are they like?”

I consider this. It’s a hard question and even more complicated answer. “Dad is very... Successful and intelligent. Mum is very maternal and soft and loving.”

“So the perfect family then?” Sydney says, smirking knowingly as if she’s got me completely figured out.

No, we’re not, but I don’t know how to explain it to her. I don’t know how to open up about this stuff. I shrug instead.

“Any siblings?” She asks.

A sharp pain stabs my gut. She may have loser parents by the sounds of it, but she has no idea how damn lucky she is to have Riley and Bentley. “No.”

“You must get spoilt then?” She asks.

“No.” I reply simply, trying to keep my emotions in check.

“I feel that I’ve hit a sore spot.” She says quietly, tilting her head to the side.

I nod and curse at the moisture in my eyes. I tilt my head back, blinking rapidly. Goddamn it, Hayden. Get your shit together.

“Hey,” Sydney says softly, sliding her hands onto mine. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head. “It’s fine. I’m just a fucking pussy.”

She rolls her eyes and stands up, pulling me up with her. Her eyes find mine before she wraps her arms around my neck. “You’re not a pussy, Hayden.” She whispers against my ear. I let out a shaky breath and slide my arms around her waist, holding her to me and burying my face in her neck.

She pulls back. “I should probably get out of here.”

“Yeah.” I say. “Okay.” But I don’t want to leave her arms. I don’t want to leave her presence in general. She sooths me and I can’t handle my parents right now.

She takes my hand and we eventually pull Riley out of the playground. The kid put up a good fight, but no one wants to mess with Sydney when she’s angry. Although, she doesn’t scare me anywhere near as much as she used to. I know she’s not as hard and cold as she seems. She’s shown me her soft side and it only makes me want her more.

I walk with them to their car, my arm around Sydney’s shoulder. She shrugs it off so she could pick up Riley and strap him into his booster seat. I wait patiently, leaning my hip against her car. She closes the door and faces me.

“Well.” She says quietly.

I study her beautiful eyes and rosy lips. My eyes slide down the front of her and back up again to her now flaming red cheeks. God, I love it when she blushes.

“I guess I’ll see you Friday, then.” She says, and I can tell she’s not quite ready to leave either. But she’s got her responsibilities and I’ve got mine.

I sigh in frustration and look down. I just want to tell her. I just want to tell her everything and everything I feel around her, but I have to go slow. I can’t scare her off.

“What’s wrong?” She steps closer.

I look into her eyes. “I don’t want to go home yet.”

She gives me a small smile. “Neither, but I have to.”

“Yeah.” I say simply.

She steps closer again and slides a hand onto the back of my neck. She stands on her toes as my heart beats faster, her scent wafting into my nose. Her warm lips brush against mine briefly which causes my insides to explode with heat.

“Call me if you need me, okay?” She says, smiling and blushing. I much prefer this Sydney to the mysterious, sexy Sydney she pretends to be when she races. She’s still sexy as fuck though, I must admit.

“You don’t have to pity me.” I tell her, noticing the way she’s looking and talking to me.

She raises an eyebrow. “I’m not. Maybe I just like you and want to talk to you.”

Her words put me back in my place. “I’m sorry.” I bend and kiss her cheek. “I’ll talk to you later then.”

And I walk off before I give in to my temptations. My brain goes haywire, replaying her words over and over. She likes me. That’s what she meant, right? Fucking hell. If she does, well goddamn, I’m the happiest man on earth.