Teach me

9. "If you were mine"

I was woken up around 7:30 by room service. The little old lady smiled at my disheveled appearance. "Go on, honey dear. They are just makin breakfast now." She says as she makes the bed. I grab my bag and close the bathroom door. I slip on a grey spaghetti crop top and ripped black jeans. I tie my white Converse and finish my look with an over sized jean jacket.

    As I exit the bathroom, I pull my hair into a low pony and out a few pieces of hair to frame my face. The little old lady had just finished and hands me two more towels.

    Once she is gone, I slap on a little bit of makeup and brush my teeth. I should head out by 2 if I want to get to Lake Tahoe by 10 tonight. After packing up, I turn on the TV and watch reruns of 'Ghost Whisperer'. I wish I looked like Jennifer Love Hewitt.

    My head flies to the door when there was another knock at the door. As I make my way to open it, another soft rapping comes for the other side. "Okay, okay, I'm coming." I start to worry my cars been towed or something.

    "Emma Lane, we have places to be." A deep voice calls from the other side and my hand freezes on the knob.

    "Shawn?" I say once I pull the door open. He is leaning against the door frame with two coffees in his hand. I take a second to take in his gorgeous self. His black attire looks similar to what he was wearing the night before. He holds out a cup to me and I notice a large tattoo on his forearm. How could I have not seen that. "How did you know where I was staying?" I say, a little spooked.

    "You pulled into it last night, and a nice old lady gave me your room number when I described you." I take the coffee from him thank him.

    "So, where do we need to go?" I ask slowly.

    "Well a certain little prince is asking for his princess before his last go for Chemo treatment." Fin.

    "Are you sure? I don't want to upset your family." I shake my head.

    "Trust me, they all want to officially meet the girl who Fin is in love with. And you owe them coffee, which I had purchased for you, like the gentlemen I am, and it is waiting in the car." he says as I grab my purse from the tv stand. I walk out of my room, looking for Shawn's motorcycle, but remember he said car.

Parked next to my Volkswagen sits a big black truck. "Woah, these your wheels, Shawn?" I walk around the extremely lifted and decked out vehicle. He nods proudly and pushes something on the key fob to make the engine purr. "I pictured you are a sports car kinda guy, I guess." I say. I am going to have to seriously climb to get in.  He laughs loudly, a sound so deep and sweet I instantly want to make him laugh again.

        "We need to get going, he starts at 9:00." He opens the passenger door for me  and walks to the other side. The seat his chin level with me. I throw my purse on the floorboard and watch as he grabs the roof handles and hauls his ass in easily. I try to mimic him but a deep chuckle stops me. He gets out and walks back over to me. My cheeks are red with embarrassment. He has this sweet side smirk that would have any girl at her knees. "You need some help there, short stuff?"  I look up and him and make a confused face.

    "Of course not." I turn back to the tall truck and try to swing my leg up, but failing because of my skinny jeans. I look back at him when I hear his deep chuckle. He is shaking his head with his hands on his slim hips. He walks to stand directly behind me.

    "As much as I am loving this view," He puts his hands gently on my waist. "We gotta get you in the truck if we wanna see your prince." I gasp quietly and cover his hands with my much smaller ones. Easily, he lifts me up and deposits me onto the seat. I look, embarrassed, at him to gauge his reaction to my weight. He simply smiles and reaches over to buckle the seat belt.

    Good Lord almighty, what did I do to have to sexy mans body leaning over mine. My face flushes when I hear the click of the belt locking in place. Staying leaned over, he turns his face up to face mine. "You're all safe." He mockingly taps my thigh twice before shutting my door and walking around the front of my truck. He has a big, goofy smile on his face when he puts the keys in the ignition.

    "It's my turn." He says after driving for a few minutes.The drive to the hospital seems a lot longer now that I am in an actual car, observing everything around me. 

    "I'm sorry?" I tilt my head and watch him drive.

    "20 questions from last night. You asked me about my fears. It's my turn to ask you something." He says, very relaxed.

    "Alright, shoot."

    "What are you runnin from?" He takes a sip from his coffee and looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

    "Who said I was running?" My grip on my cup tightens.

    "Em," He puts both hands on the steering wheel. "I've been running since Fin's cancer invaded his lungs. I know you are running." His voice drops.

    "It's not important. What we need to focus on right now, is getting to Fin. What is happening to him, anyway?" I deflect.

    "No, my question first." He presses. I blush, knowing I am going to sound like an asshole running from my otherwise pretty great life because of a boy when he has much bigger things going on. "Hey, don't pity me or Fin. Pain is pain. It's not a contest to see who has it worse." he adds softly. I look at him, completely trusting him in this moment. I know I said something last night about Mason, so it shouldn't be hard to connect the dots.

    "5 days ago, I was on a beach with my boyfriend of two years for my birthday," I pause to gage his reaction. I continue quickly so he doesn't think I lied to him. "He was acting out, and being distant so I told him to take me home. That night, I had dinner with my best friend and him. Long story short, I found out they had been seeing, quite a bit, of each other behind my back. So I packed my shit and left." I face him and see his hands tightened on the steering wheel.

    "Who the shit would-"

    "It's okay." I cut him off. "It isn't a big deal."

    "Em, what are you talking about? I am fuckin pissed for you!" His voice raises, making me jump a little. "If you were mine, I wouldn't let anything fucking hurt you. Especially myself." He mumbles inaudible stuff, but I can't find the words to ask him to repeat himself.

    If You Were Mine...

    I hate the way my stomach flips for this complete stranger. I need to leave here as soon as we are done with Fin.

    After all, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

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Woah, sorry I am fricken late with this chapter. I had ZERO time to write. The next chapter will be short but idk what I want to happen and I am really stoked for their relationship to take off.

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