Adrenalin

Chapter 12 - Hayden

Sort of a short chapter but I think it shall satisfy you :) enjoy xxx
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I contemplated leaving but I couldn't. So instead I took off their shoes and put a blanket over them. She looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping, instead of the stony expression she usually maintains.

Sydney didn’t wake until late the next morning after I’d already called her grandparents and taken the boys to school.

She rushes into the kitchen, her eyes still tired and her hair slightly messy. “Where are the boys?” She asks quickly, looking around frantically.

“I already took them to school, don’t stress –,”

“What about Nan and Pa? Has mum come home yet? What about –,”

“Sydney!” I say, cutting her off. “I’ve taken care of everything, okay? I’ve spoken to your grandparents and no, your mum hasn’t come yet. The boys are okay, I promise.”

She looks at me for a while as if deciding whether or not to trust me before finally taking a deep breath. “Oh. Okay.” And she continues to stand there awkwardly, as if unsure what to do in her own house.

“Breakfast?” I ask, gesturing down to the pancakes on the stove in front of me.

She nods and walks over slowly, rubbing her eyes. Sydney leans her hip against the bench next to me, looking down at the pancakes. I brush her hair behind her ear and tilt her chin up to look at me.

“How are you?” I ask her quietly.

“I’m –,” she thinks about it first and then sighs. “I’m a mess.”

“I can tell.” I say, giving her a small smile and switching my hand to her waist.

“I’m sorry I dumped all of this on you. I’m sorry you had to see me like that...” She barely whispers, averting her eyes away from mine. God, all I want to do is kiss her and hold her.

I shake my head. “You apologise too much. I’d do anything for you.”

She looks up at me again, her cheeks slightly red. “Thank you for taking the boys to school. Was he all right?”

I nod, flipping a pancake. “He wasn’t too bad. I asked if he wanted me to wake you up but he told me to let you sleep.”

She laughs. “He’s a good boy.”

“That’s the way you raised him, is it not?” I grin, wrapping my arms around her. She nods, sliding her hands up my chest and burying her face in the crook of my neck. She sighs, melting into me. “You’re safe with me.” I whisper against her ear.

“I know.” She says, her voice muffled by my shirt. Sydney looks up and I take the opportunity to kiss her. I kiss her pretty hard, pushing her against the bench. She reciprocates and slides her tongue along mine, tangling her hands in my hair. I grab her waist and lift her onto the bench a safe distance away from the stove. Her legs wrap around my waist, holding me close as the kiss becomes hotter. My hands roam her back, her sides, clutching at her bare thighs and subtly slipping her skirt further up until it’s practically around her waist.

“Hayden,” she says breathlessly, placing her hands on my chest and pushing me back slightly. “You should – we should, um, probably go and get your car.” She presses a hand to her forehead, looking anywhere but at me.

I want to keep kissing her. I want to tell her how I feel and what she means to me. I just want it all right now; but I know that’s not the way it works with Sydney. So I step back, inhaling and exhaling slowly. “Yeah, okay.”

She hops off the bench and readjusts her skirt. I follow her out of the house as she grabs the keys off the stand near the front door. She locks the door behind us and we continue down to her car.

She drives this time. To be honest, I’m surprised that she actually let me drive last time. Before that, I wasn’t even allowed to tough her car let alone drive it. So I guess I’ve made some sort of progress at least, plus the fact that I can now touch her without being in fear of getting judo-flipped.

We arrive back at Riley’s school and I’m glad to see my shit-box of a car is still there, even though it’s worth absolutely nothing. Sydney didn’t talk the whole way. She barely even looked at me. I wish I knew what was going on inside her head, but at the same time I don’t; I can slowly feel her walls going back up and I can’t let that happen – not after everything that’s just happened.

“You’re not going to hate me again, are you?” I ask, looking at her as she shuts down the engine.

She shakes her head, keeping her eyes trained straight ahead out the window.

“I’m going to ask you something and I need you to be one-hundred percent honest with me for once, okay?” I say, hoping to God she isn’t going to kick my ass.

She sighs and looks at me. “Fine.”

“What are you afraid of? About this whole you and me thing, I mean.”

She looks down, fiddling with her hands in her lap.

“Do you not trust me? Or are you just not interested, plain and simple?” I press when she doesn’t answer me.

“I’m just really not good at explaining this sort of thing.” Her voice cracks. “It’s not you, okay? And I know that sounds really cheesy but it’s just my own shit that’s getting in the way. It’s not that you aren’t attractive, and it’s not that I don’t like everything about you and it’s not that there isn’t any connection between us because I can tell you there sure as hell is.”

She finishes but I know there’s more she’s trying to get out so I stay silent.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, I can hardly keep myself away from you, but there’s this war going on inside me, tugging me back and forth that I’m sure you’ve noticed.” She looks up at me again and her eyes look empty. “I know it’s a lot for me to ask you to just be patient with me because even though I act tough, it’d kill me if I couldn’t see you anymore and I don’t want to ruin anything.”

I watch her silently and she watches me, waiting for my reaction. The look in her eyes breaks my heart. I don’t want her to feel this way, I wish I could show her the feelings she gives me and maybe everything could be okay.

“I’ll wait forever if I have to.” I reply eventually and the tension leaves her shoulders.

She gives me a small smile. “I hate you.”

I grin. “You still plan on coming Friday? I didn’t buy that dress for nothing.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” she replies.

I lean over and brush my lips against hers. A blush creeps into her cheeks. “Call me if you need anything.” I tell her.

“Bye, Mr Hazel Eyes.”

“See ya, Goth Girl.”

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