His Bad Boy Ego | ✓

Chapter 28

With my body wrapped in the blanket and his arm around my shoulder, the breeze still caught up to my skin, sending chills down my spine. Despite the beautiful scenery that we're looking at, the chilly breeze from the hills didn't make the sit anymore peaceful. I soon found myself shivering, as Landon was sitting as if the cold didn't have any little affect his icy cold persona.

Without debation, I dragged my frozen hands towards my lips, blowing warm air into it attempting to bring some heat into my limbs. I felt Landon taking his arm off my shoulder, and soon enough grabbed my hands.

It was too cold to fight back, and by this time, I started to feel comfortable with Landon's touch. His presence didn't seem to bother me anymore, in fact I was more joyful of his company. He pulled my hands towards his pink lips, softly blowing warm air into my hands. I couldn't help but crack a smile at his thoughtful doing.

Why am I smiling? I thought to myself as I shake my head.

After blowing a few times, Landon rubs both of his hands against mine. The body warmth from both of us made me feel a lot warmer against the foggy mist that soon started to appear. As much as I hate to say, his company made me feel special, and happy for once.

"Why are you so friendly now?" I teased him, pulling my hands away before shoving it in between my laps under the blanket.

"I can't be nice?" he answers sarcastically. His straight-white teeth appeared as he grins unconsciously.

"Let's take you home," he says softly, before holding a hand out for me and getting out of the trunk. I grabbed his warm hands and pulled myself off of the car, wrapping the blanket around my body before walking towards the passenger side of the car.

Landon watches me, amused. He jumps to his feet and grabs the bottom of the blanket that I was dragging on the dirty ground.

"Sorry," I simply apologized as I sat in the car with Landon tossing the end of the blanket on me, slapping the door.

I couldn't help but think about Colton in the car ride home. It felt as if Colton and Landon suddenly just switch roles. How could Colton lead me on like that? Why is Landon being so nice all of a sudden? These questions filled up my mind before I noticed that Landon was already parked in my front garage.

Unwrapping the blanket from my body, I grabbed my bag and stepped outside. I leaned down to the window and waved goodbye before turning my back to him.

- - -

"Dad!" Austin screams almost at the top of his lungs.

Dad's home?

I dropped my bag near the door and rushed myself into the kitchen. Part of me was wondering why Austin was suddenly scream, but most of me was excited to see my dad.

"Dad, why would you do that?" I overheard Austin say quietly, almost hissing at our father.

Suddenly, I stopped my track by the kitchen wall.

"I was trying to help our family, son," I heard my dad's fragile voice linger pass the wall.

"You're not helping! We could get hurt, you could get hurt!" Austin cries. I was utterly confused by the situation in the kitchen. Even though I tried my best to piece together what they were saying, there wasn't much said.

There was a moment of silence before Austin spoke up again, "Who?" he asked bluntly.

I felt a sudden rush of annoyance up my back. Without a second thought, I stomped into the kitchen and crossed my arms. I stopped in front of my older brother, red hair still as messy as always, "Who what, Austin," I defended my dad.