Chapter #29: Love Bug and Daddy
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I continued walking, my pace swift and heavy. I splashed through the puddles, ignoring the way the water would squish through my converse and through my thin socks.
"Peyton! I know you hear me," a deep voice called out, the splashes of their footsteps catching up to mine.
I shook my head to myself, whoever it was, I didn't have the energy to conversate. I'd already been walking for an hour and I'd just passed the store where Veronica had found me on last night. Soon, the busy walkways of the town would be filled with people and I wanted to avoid that rush.
I paddled along, continuing to cross the nearly empty street but a soft yank to my arm stopped me. I turned around, a glare on my face. "What do you want?" My face softened when I recognized Maverick, standing there with wet hair, dripping gently onto his sharp facial features.
Maverick didn't flinch at my tone, and I threw my hand to my heart with a deep sigh of my breath. "I'm sorry."
He shook his head, using his big hands to brush away his wet strands of hair. His eyes were so green, almost glowing from the rain. I couldn't help but admire the way they glistened every time he'd blink.
"It's alright, sorry to bother. I just saw you when I was pulling into work, had to hop out and see you. You don't look well. You look rather... Pale and tired," he seemed uneasy as he scrutinized my face, squinting his eyes to get a better look. "What are you doing at this part of downtown?"
"I didn't get much sleep," I responded quickly, looking both ways before crossing the street. It wasn't a second before he was walking next to me, his steps in sync with mine.
"I can give you a ride, really. Let me give you one, you must be freezing with those wet clothes. The rain isn't going to stop anytime soon either," he seemed concerned, not once looking away from me.
I didn't look at him, only continued walking, my eyes on the pavement below me. "So you're a weather man now?"
He let out a hearty laugh and I couldn't help but try and hold in my smirk at my valid retort. I hadn't bickered with anyone for a long time, and I'd become so lonely for the past two hours from the walk from Veronica's apartment.
"I can tell you for a fact I'm no weather man but I sure can tell when a chick needs a ride or not," he shrugged casually.
I almost rolled my eyes off the entire planet, letting out a mild scoff. "Nice. Chick."
He practically begged. "Please, let me give you a ride home."
"I really don't need one, thank you Maverick."
I was still embarrassed from the other time we had encountered, before the time at the hospital. I felt like he would think I was some squeamish baby who runs away from job interviews because of intimidating people- A.K.A Maverick.
He laughed in mock, making me frown. "Where are you headed?"
I kept my mouth shut, considering I really wasn't planning on a certain destination. I had been uselessly walking, going wherever my feet were taking me. I originally had planned to go to my own apartment and speak to Evan, scope out what the hell Asher had bothered to tell him and figure out his shit lie, but then convinced myself not to because I knew Evan did not want to see me. I was afraid.
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