My Bench Boy (On Hold)

15 - Shut up

Chapter 15 - Shut up

Colton Peters

"Really?" I laughed, covering my mouth with the back of my palm. I was so full, my tummy hurt a bit. "I can't believe you once worked here."

"I swear to the gods of olde," he said sounding a bit drunk, he wasn't drunk though, he only drank one glass. I smacked my tongue over the roof of my mouth.

"Tch, you sound like a grandpa saying that," I told him just as the car rounded the corner, the valet getting out and handing the key to him.

"Are grandpa's your thing?" He opened the passenger door for me beating my hand to it and smirking at me like he just won something.

I rolled my eyes, "No." Then got into the car and watched him close the door with a little bow and walk over to his side getting in and shooting me a frown.

"Then I'm not a grandpa," he started up the car. "I'm whatever you like."

I bit my lip, looking the over the top posh restaurant once more before he drove away. This might be my last time seeing it, I can't believe I just ate there. My stomach felt funny, good funny. Maybe that's what happens when you eat expensive good food. Anyway because of the funny feeling in my stomach, I and Brett's role was reversed and now I couldn't shut up. "Did you really work there?"

"Yeah," he nodded, then glanced at me for a second. "I was a very stubborn kid, rebellious and always getting on my dad's nerve. At twelve, he kicked me out of the house because I spent over a million pounds out with my friends."

My brain short circuited. "Wh-- At twelve? Doing what?"

"Honestly now, I can't even remember. Point is he kicked me out and told me he would disown me unless I earn back about half of that," he shook his head with a small smile. "That's when I came here, I worked during the day and slept there at night."

"Whoa," I said a bit impressed at both him and his father. We might get along.

Brett laughed, "don't sound so impressed. I couldn't take it and at the third day I ran back home and told my dad I'd jump into a train if he doesn't take me back." He winked at me, "the big bad wolf apparently loves me too much to lose me. He was even keeping track of me the whole time I was away."

I face palmed, "so you bullied your dad with suicide?" I shake my head, "this is not the type of shit you tell someone who you're trying to win over. Complete turn off."

The car came to a screeching stop, making me gasp and my eyes widen. I turned to Brett and he didn't look affected. "What? Were you turned on?"

What?

"Are you mad, is that why you stopped?" I glared at him and against my better judgement, smacked his head. "No, I wasn't."

He smiled and started the car again. "Sorry."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "why are you smiling?"

"Because you hit me," he said simply like he doesn't have the normal inborn filter a mouth should have. "Hitting is a sign of affection, you know."

I just stared at him for a moment before chuckling to myself coming to a conclusion. "Yeah, I should have known since. You're crazy."

He winked at him before asking, "what's your home address?"

I sat up straight at that, "what?"

"Home address, I want to drop you off. Unless of course you want to come with me?" He looked at me again. "My house is quite nice."