5: "You're a player, and I don't want to play."
He wasn't late.
At least this time I was prepared for his visit- not that it stopped my from grinning stupidly at him when I opened the door.
"You know, those pjs were damn cute. But fuck me you look good," he murmured as I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Smooth. Does that ever actually work?"
I walked out as I pulled the door shut, looking over at him as I waited for him to answer me. I'd dressed in a simple summer dress over tights, wearing boots and a little cardigan. I'd put on make up too, not too much mind.
"Babe, I don't use lines," he scoffed as he jogged down the steps, walking backwards as he watched me.
"Babe?" I echoed, as he rolled his eyes.
"Ya getting offended because I called you babe?"
He opened his car and I climbed in, feeling like I'd stepped into the lions den. The car smelt of him. Peppermint and cologne. He started the engine and drove, allowing me to steal a glance at him.
"Where are we going?"
"I thought, Drake. Where can you take this girl? I mean, ideally it would be home with me, but I didn't think you'd go for it so..."
"No, I wouldn't," I confirmed as he sighed.
"So I thought I'd show you my favourite place."
"You're favourite place? Is it a bar? A brothel?"
"Do I look like I need to pay for sex?"
I shrugged as he snorted, clearly offended.
"So how do you know my cousin?"
He went a little quiet then, as he shrugged.
"He was a few years above me in school."
"Oh. Do you get on?" I asked curiously, as he didn't answer immediately, taking a turn off to a wooded area.
"Hmm? Yeah, sure. Don't know the guy overly well."
He eventually stopped the car, as he got out. He waited for me to do the same, as I glanced around us. It reminded me of home, the lush trees and grass everywhere. I felt a pang of homesickness as I sighed.
"Is this where you bring your fucks?" I joked, as he sent me a dark look.
"What have you heard about me exactly?" he demanded suddenly, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he came to stand in front of me.
"Uh, nothing really. I just assumed you were Malibu's plaything. You seemed kinda close at the party."
"The party? Oh, you mean the one I tried to kiss you at?"
"I love the way my name sounds when you say it," he said gruffly, before walking ahead of me. I followed him, glad I'd decided to wear my boots. I was used to hiking through woods as this was how Claire and I would spend most of our time back home. It was ideal because no one would disturb you. We walked for what felt like forever, before we came to a stop at a little clearing, and I glanced at him with confusion.
"Come here." he commanded, as I walked over to him obediently. He sat on the edge of the rocks, as I looked at him hesitantly. "You're quite safe, I would never let you fall."
He held his hand out to me as I scrambled down next to him, aware I probably looked like a unfit mess beside him. I held his hand as I steadied myself, before noticing he held it tight. I didn't want to pull it away, but also didn't want to acknowledge it.
"Look," he whispered, his voice close to my ear. I followed his eyes through the trees, before gasping.
"Wow! You can see like the whole town from here!"
"Its amazing. Sometimes I sit here and just think, you know? It gives you some amazing perspective sometimes."
I looked at him in wonder, surprised he had a soft side to him. His thumb was caressing my hand as I sat in silence, gazing at the town below our feet.
"I bet people love it when you show them this," I smiled, hoping he would share more of himself with me.
"I haven't brought anyone before," he confessed, as I blinked in disbelief. "Whatever you think of me, it's not true."
"I don't think anything-"
"Yeah you do. You think I'm a fuckboy."
I chewed on my lip as I watched him. His lashes were so dark and long I was almost envious. His green gaze flickered over to me as I leaned back, tilting my head back to the sun.
"So tell me. Are you a fuckboy?"
"Ha. No. I just have fun," he shrugged as I nodded.
He sighed then as he moved towards me.
"An ex. Do we have to talk about her?"
He stroked my hair, his eyes searching mine as he stared at my lips.
"What about you? Any exes?"
He lifted his eyes to mine as I swallowed, moving away from him.
"I don't want to talk about it either."
We sat in silence then, both of us gazing at the town.
"So what do you want to talk about, Victoria?"
His voice made me shiver, as I shrugged.
"Why haven't you got a girlfriend?"
He chuckled then, slipping his arm around my waist as he tugged me next to him. I didn't argue, but I decided to lean against him in a form of compromise.
"I don't know, Victoria. I'm not really a boyfriend kind of guy."
"Hmm. That doesn't surprise me."
"Rude. Why haven't you got a boyfriend?"
I felt a jolt run through me when he peered at me, his face dangerously close to mine.
"I don't want one."
"I don't want one. I've had enough trouble with boys to last me a lifetime."
I thought of Alexander and felt the pain in my chest, making me look away.
"But if you met the right person..." he murmured, resting his head on mine. "You might decide otherwise."
"Well if I meet the right person, I'll let you know."
"I'm sure I'll know.. "
I rolled my eyes as I smacked his arm.
"But until then, we can be friends, right?"
His eyes darkened before he looked away, making me gaze at his side profile in awe.
God he was gorgeous.
"Friends." He echoed, as he turned to me suddenly. "I can't be just friends with you. All I want to do is- well. You're just beautiful."
"You're a player, and I don't want to play."
"I'll prove it."
I blinked, laughing abruptly.
"I don't think that's necessary-"
"Nah fuck it. I'll prove it."
I was silent then as he kissed the top of my head, before taking my hand into his again.
I so badly wanted to tip my head back to capture his lips with mine, but I didn't.
I wondered instead how he was going to prove to me he wasn't a player.