Chapter3
#Chapter3
Taylor Portwalt
/"Why are you always around?!/" I turned to Christian and he stopped walking and raised his eyebrows
/"What?/"
/"Stop following me/" I said
/"Who says I'm following you?/" He asked and huh?
/"What?/" He took out his car keys and pressed it. I turned to see his car was just 3 cars beside me. I sighed and can't help but hit my head because I just embarrassed myself
/"Want me to take you home?/" He offered and I don't want to be in one place with him. I avoided him for 2 years so that he won't bring up our past together
/"No thanks, I'm just going to take my papers and take the cab/" I said without daring to look at him. I walked to my car and opened it. I took my bag full of papers about my client's request and stuff.
It's been a really crazy day, I looked at my watch and it's 9 p.m. I haven't eaten anything too. I'll just make a quick stop at starbucks later
/"Taylor/" Christian called and I stomped my foot secretly. God I don't want to deal with him
/"What?/" I pretended to be busy with my bag
/"Taylor/" Christian called again and I turned to him
/"Huh? What?/" I asked but not daring to look into his eyes
/"Lock the car again/" He said and I cursed myself for being so clumsy. I hit my head and hissed. I continued to walk to the building but someone caught my wrist. I turned to Christian in horror
/"What? Huh? You scared me!/" I shouted at him
/"Let me drop you home/"
/"No thanks, I don't want to be in one car with a stranger/" See, I began to say weird things
/"Stranger? We've been friends since we were a baby Taylor/" He stated the obvious and I smiled awkwardly at him
/"Yeah right/"
/"Oh.. You're nervous because we slept together 2 years ago?/" I wanted to kill him so bad right now. I laughed it off
/"Chris, we barely see each other. How can we sleep together?/" I said trying to calm myself. I smiled awkwardly
/"If we barely see each other then why don't you want me to drop you home? We're friends right?/" He asked and I turned to him smiling widely
/"I need to go somewhere else/" I reasoned out
/"I'll drop you there/" He said and I shook my head
/"Going to see my boyfriend/" Why did I come out with that? I cursed myself inside my head
/"Imaginary boyfriend?/" My eyes widen and I glared at him
/"How can you say that? That's rude!/"
/"Well do you have a real boyfriend? Cause I doubt you have one/" He smirked and put his hands into his pocket and I sighed
/"Look Christian, I'm tired and had a lot of stress today. Can you just leave me alone?/" I asked
/"That's why let me drop you home so you can rest qui-/"
/"Okay fine, let's go/" I hissed and he smirked because he's winning the argument. He unlocked the car and I followed him to his car. He got inside and gestured me to get inside too
/"So lead the way beautiful/" Thank God I wasn't eating or drinking at that time or I will be choke hearing he said that
/"Why are you in LA?/" I asked looking out through the window
/"Work of course/" He answered
/"Oh/" Awkward.. awkward..
Suddenly my stomach interrupted us, it growled. I blamed it for crying out when I'm with Christian. This is so embarrassing. I cursed myself again
/"Hungry?/"
/"No/" Lies
/"Mcdonalds? Burger king? In n out?/" He asked naming all the junk foods
/"I'm not hun-/"
/"In and out it is/" He cut me and turned his car to in n out. I looked at him disbelief
/"Why bother asking?/" I hissed and he turned to me smiling
/"Because it's fun/" He said and got out of the car. I put my bag inside his car and got out too. We walked side by side in n out. We both looked at the menu
/"Animal fries 1/" I said and he turned to me
/"Only that?/" He asked and I nodded
/"I have a small stomach. I can't eat a lot of food/" I sipped the coke since I'm so thirsty
/"No wonder you have a sexy flat stomach/" I choked on my drink big time hearing he said that. Christian patted my back
/"I don't have a sexy flat stomach. You stalker/" I glared at him and called him stalker instead. I kept coughing. He ordered the same as me and payed for it
/"So how are you? How's the Portwalt doing?/" He asked when we got into our table. He sat across me and I started to dig in my fries
/"They're fine/" I said
/"How about you?/" Chris asked looking at me curious
/"I'm good, just stress a lot lately/" I said not daring to look at his eyes
/"You're a designer right?/" He asked and I nodded
/"Good to know/"
/"How do you even know my job?/" I asked because I just turned myself into a designer about 6 months ago
/"I have my sources beautiful/" I choked again and Christian laughed
/"Don't call me that, it's disgusting when it comes out of your mouth. You know we never be friends since we're kids/" I said truthfully and that's right. We never stop fighting, we always cause chaos by fighting and threw each other things
/"Why disgusting? We shared one night before/" I looked up to him disbelief
/"You're starting to imagine things, want me to take you to a therapist?/" I asked and he raised his eyebrows
/"Isn't it supposed to be the other way? You had amnesia about our night/" He smirked and I looked away
/"Christian, you're being weird/" I said trying to cover up my expression
/"Weird what? I still remember your birthmark on your left waist/" I looked at him in disbelief. How can he say that out loud?
/"Christian, you're being delusional. Are you sick?/" I asked and he laughed
/"You amuse me Taylor, but I like how you said my full name. Just like you always screamed that night/" Unbelievable!