THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

47: 'Fuck me'

A/N: This chapter is a continuation from chapter 43 where Natty told Gavin about the mystery black mailer. Enjoy.

GAVIN

"Where did you say, we are going again?" She asked the question while unwrapping another lollipop. The fifth one to be precise. She tossed the plastic wrapping on the dash board of my car, along with the rest of the wrappings which she had initially dumped there. She had turned my car into a dumpster. This is why I don't like having strangers in my car.

"We are going to meet up with a friend. He will help us track down the black mailer." I replied, swallowing the aggravation that was bubbling inside me.

"Hmm... this is so good. You sure you don't want one?" She was referring to the mango flavored lollipop that she was currently sucking and licking.

"No. Thank you." I rebuffed, shifting my focus to the traffic packed road ahead.

"So, this friend of yours. Is he a detective or something? How is he going to help us track down the mystery black mailer?" She probed then placed her feet on my dash board.

"Take your feet off my dash board." I spoke up, unable to contain my irritation.

"I don't know, they feel more comfy here. Good blood flow and all." She guilelessly replied, lowering the window. Wind gusted into the automobile, supplying plenty of fresh air which I didn't hesitate to inhale.

"Are you always this annoying?" I directed the question at her even though I already knew the answer to my question.

"You hurt my feelings by saying that, Gav." She feigned hurt.

"Aww...really? Thought you didn't have feelings or a heart for that matter." I shot back.

"Excuse me. I have a heart and feelings. I am human too you know." She protested.

"Thought you were a witch." I commented and she punched me on the arm. "Ouch." I mouthed.

"Serves you right for calling me a witch." She chuckled then took off her feet from the dash board. "You didn't answer my question." She said, scrolling through her phone.

"Which one? Coz you've asked a lot of questions in the past 30 minutes."

"Asking questions...the right questions is what makes one good journalist. My nana used to say that." She revealed, seriousness taking over her voice.

"I'm sorry about your nana." I uttered.

"She is probably in heaven right now watching what a disappointment I have become. I wanted to a good journalist like her so bad that I fucked up big time. And now here I am helplessly being black mailed by some shit head who will probably send me six feet under if I don't do as he asks." She opened up, a sad laugh accompanying her speech.

And this is the part where I play therapist.

"Hey, you are Natasha fucking Yen. The most powerful journalist in River Bridge High. Sure, you write shit about people but people enjoy reading shit about other people. They look up to you, waiting for you to publish a new story for them to read. What I'm saying is that you are their hero. And about that black mailer, we are going to get him before he causes further damage. He is not going to hurt you, I promise." I assured her.

"That was a really good pep talk, Gavin. Thank you for saying all those wonderful things about me. You ever considered being a motivational speaker in future?"

"Umm... not really." I cringed at the thought of me standing in front of a congregation, delivering a motivational speech. Especially because I have an embarrassing thing called stage fright. You heard that right, I'm fucking scared of standing on a stage in front of a congregation.