The Upside of Heartbreak

Getaway Car

Ya'll are getting a random Tuesday update on this thing, and so close to the last one too. Hooray! I was stuck in night shift mode last night, and I didn't trust my brain to work on something as information heavy as TWoB. So I decided to make use of my time by churning out another chapter for this story instead. Honestly, I love it so much, and I'm actually a little impressed with how creative I am at 3:00 in the morning...lol. Anywho, enjoy all, and stay healthy out there :D

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Astrid dragged Hayden all the way out the front door of the house and across the lawn. Everyone outside beginning to catcall too as they watched a woman drag some poor, defenceless man off into the night. Even Astrid had to admit, it must look positively hilarious. Hayden let out a chuckle and Astrid felt her cheeks heat again, but she still didn't drop his hand until they had reached the relative quiet of the sidewalk. With another laugh, Hayden stuffed his hands in his pockets now as he moved to walk beside her instead.

"Well, that was fun," he said lightly. His green eyes dancing with humour when she looked up to meet them. "Any plans for what you want to do now?"

"Honestly, I hadn't planned that far ahead," Astrid admitted with a grimace. "I was jealous and sort of just acting on instinct. Thanks for not freaking out and crying rape, by the way."

"Crying rape was the last thing on my mind," Hayden joked as he winked at her. Making her blush again.

"Well, thank you anyways. That surprise kiss was surprisingly lovely," Astrid replied with a wink of her own and he chuckled quietly as he shook his head at her. "I wanted to make Scott suffer as much as I was," she admitted then. "So I just did the first thing that came to mind."

"I had actually figured that much out on my own already. Surprisingly enough," Hayden grinned. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure Scott's night is thoroughly ruined. Getting humiliated by your smoking hot ex in front of all your football buddies has got to really suck. I bet even that blonde bimbo with him won't be able to kiss his injured pride better now."

Astrid couldn't help laughing and nudging his shoulder at that. "That does make me feel better," she agreed. Grinning back at him. Then her eyes settled on the Dodge just ahead of them that was apparently Dagur's. "What happened to Dagur's lime green Camaro," she couldn't help asking. She had never seen the behemoth truck before now. Though she probably should have guessed that it was Dagur's, really. Painted neon green and black, lifted sky-high, and practically dripping with flashy chrome accents, it was completely his style.

"He still has it," Hayden replied easily. "The Compensator is just the newest addition to his fleet, and possibly one of his favourites. Mostly for the peek-up-skirt factor I think." Then he smirked at her look of shock. "What can I say? No amount of money can buy class."

Astrid burst out laughing at that. "The Compensator? Is that really what he calls it?"

"That is what Eret and I call it, because all good vehicles need a name. That, and he is obviously trying to compensate for something with it. Likely his tiny dick," Hayden clarified with another of those sexy rasping chuckles, as Astrid snorted unattractively. Horrified at herself, but unable to stop it from happening anyways. He was just too funny. "Speaking of good vehicles, how long have you had the Beetle for," he asked now. Stopping beside it to look through the window, and the appreciation in his eyes made her like him even more.

"I got it when I got my license at 16," Astrid answered brightly. "I worked part-time jobs all through high school to save up for it and it was my very first car. My parents wanted to buy me something newer when I graduated, but I just loved Bug too much to let her go."