Pinky Swear

Chapter 13: I Miss You

I never was the type to quickly get angry. I mostly was in control of my emotions and tried to get along with people as nicely as possible. Jaxon used to tease me then of how he had never seen me get angry, no matter what anyone did to me. The truth was I do get angry, but I had never taken action in anger so that I wouldn’t regret it later. It was something my grandma had taught me.

Friday night was the first time I had actually acted while angry, and to someone I actually liked. It made me feel...uncomfortable.

How could someone evoke so many emotions in me? One moment I liked him and want to always see his handsome face, the next, I want to harm with anything I've got, then there are times I wanted to cry because of him.

Standing by the sidewalk and staring into Ryan's captivating eyes, I could feel that surge of anger coming through as I remembered what he'd said to me, and he didn't even look one bit remorseful now. He was sitting in the driver's seat of his car, one hand on the steering wheel with a scowl on his face and his eyes challenging me to defy him. I knew that if I got into that car, I might do something stupid like I did before.

“No.” I stared right into his eyes and tried to maintain my stand as I was done with him. I didn’t want anything to do with a guy as selfish, arrogant, self-centered, and a jerk like him. He thought he could just ignore me, then talk bullshit to me, and I would act as if nothing happened? Well, he was very wrong.

“Just get in the damn car, Samantha.” He said my full name. He never said my full name when we were kids unless he was really pissed off. Like the time I promised we would have a sleepover when I was twelve and forgot. Yeah, he was pissed. He wouldn’t talk to me for two days and would only call me by my full name when he needed to.

Why was he here, anyway? Didn’t he have football practice or somewhere else to be?

I tried to calm myself down, exhaling, and unclenching my fists, wanting to hear what he had to say.

I went for the passenger’s door and got in, not glancing at him but out the window with my arms folded across my chest as he drove off.

The car was filled with silence as none of us made a move to say anything. I kept my gaze out the window until I noticed that we weren’t headed in the direction of my house.

“Where are we going?” I asked but still didn’t stare at him.

“You’ll see.” He replied. Okay, he was not a kidnapper, so there was no need to panic. I just needed to relax.

He kept driving for about forty-five minutes before we arrived at a park. I knew this park. We used to come here when we were kids, just the two of us with Jaxon, sometimes Kira tagged along if she wasn’t with her friends.

The park wasn’t filled like how it would be on Saturdays, but you could see some old couples cuddling on the benches, toddlers crawling on the grass, and some kids running around playing hide and seek, and on the slides also. Seeing all of this made me remember how we used to come here almost every day after school. We would first hurry home to change before Ryan’s driver would then drive us here, of course, after letting our parents know. I missed that. A lot had changed. I guess you could say we had grown up.

“Why are we here?” I swallowed past the lump forming in my throat still reminiscing about the past as I stared longingly outside.

“Come on.” He said and opened his door to get out. I got out too and found him leaning on the hood of the car, just looking at the view with his hands in pocket. For a moment, I waited to just admire the way the breeze blew through his hair, and how he ran his hand through it like he was nervous, his Adam apple bob anytime he swallowed. Just then, he turned to stare at me with his warm brown eyes making my breath hitch.