Unexpected

Eight - Free Ride

"Awe. How sweet! Violet, come eat some breakfast before you go. Shawn, you can too," Mom says, walking into the kitchen, where I can hear Arthur and Vivian arguing about something or other.

"Thank you Mrs. Ross, but I was planning on taking Violet to breakfast. My treat."

"Oh, how sweet. Alright, well, be safe you too. I'll see you at dinner Violet."

I huff out a sigh, having no idea why Mom was so eager to agree to this. "Alright. Bye."

I follow Shawn out to his car, not at all excited about this.

We both get in and he begins driving into the busier part of town.

After many minutes of awkward silence he finally breaks it. "So uh...how was your weekend?"

I just shrug in response and look out the window at the cars and buildings rushing by.

"I want you to give me an answer, Violet. Please? Let me know you're okay."

Still no response.

"Please. I'm worried about you. Have been since the party. Please talk to me." I feel his gaze on the side of my head but I resist the urge to look. "Or at least look at me."

I don't.

He sighs heavily. "I'm begging you here. Please just look at me. Make eye contact with me one time. Let me know that you're okay."

I contemplate my options. One, look at him. Let him stop worrying. Two, tell him how I feel. Three, continue ignoring him.

Option three felt pretty good, but I knew he'd eventually stop begging and I'd be hurt. For some reason.

"I'm not okay," I say, finally looking at him as we pull into a Cafe. "I haven't been for a while...but I'm more not okay."

He's silent for a minute, choosing his next words carefully. "What's going on in your head? And how can I help fight whatever demons you're facing?"

I shake my head. "You can't. My thoughts are all over the place right now. Have been all weekend."

"Let me in, Violet. Please."

I shake my head again. "No."

"Please."

"No, Shawn. I'm not...I can't...let you in. I'm sorry."

"Why?"

I don't answer him and open my door to get out so I can avoid this conversation. I'm growing increasingly uncomfortable.

He reaches across the center consol and shuts my door before I can get out, pressing lock and going back to his said, putting his finger on the lock button on his side in case I try to unlock the door. "Why?"

His question is met with even more silence.

"Violet."

"Because I don't trust you!"

"What?" He looks disappointed. "Why don't you trust me?"

"I just...I don't have to explain myself to you."

"Please? Just this once. Why don't you trust me?"

"It's not that I don't want to because trust me, I do. I really, really do. But I...can't."

"Why?"

"Because I've been hurt by people like you before."

I unlock my door and get out, and he doesn't stop me. He follows, staying silent except to talk to the barista, telling her our orders. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time, but I ignore it.

I said too much and now I'm staying silent.

I actually do trust him. And it scares me.

So bad.

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A/N: Wattpad is kinda messed up rn so sorry that the format is kinda different. I did go through the older chapters and fixed those to better match with this one but it isn't perfect. But hey, nothing is lol.

Bye. <3