Unexpected

Ten - Making it true (partially)

Ten - Making it true (partially)

Shawn POV

Ever since Violet and my conversation at lunch, I couldn't stop thinking. I've heard the rumors going around about us. Everyone thought we had sex after we left together at the party. Normally, I wouldn't care, and I really don't, at least, not to the point I want them to stop.

I want them to be true. Or rather, I want Violet to be mine. So that she wasn't embarrassed about the rumors. They are just rumors, but I just ruined her chances of dating any guy in that school.

Not that any guy in the school is worth her time.

No one is worth her time.

But after I messaged her on Instagram, I anxiously waited until the end of the day before going to wait for her by my car.

I was leaning against the passenger side door when she shows up, looking at me with that expectant look of hers.

It made me nervous. Very nervous.

She approaches me and stands in front of me, close enough that I can smell her intoxicating scent. She's always smelled good, I'm just more aware of it now. Have been since that night.

"What did you want to talk about?" She asks, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

I push myself off the car and open the door for her. "Can I drive you home while I talk?"

She sighs and nods, getting into the car. I close the door for her and go to the passenger side and start the car, leaving the parking lot.

We drive in silence for a bit, before she breaks it. "So?"

I glance over at her before turning onto the highway, taking the long way around to buy me more time.

"Uh...so, do you remeber our conversation earlier?" I begin, refusing to look anywhere but the road before us.

"The one at lunch?" She asks. "Yeah? Why?"

"And what I said about ruining your chances at dating?"

"Uh..." She chuckles nervously. "Yeah? I don't...exactly understand what you're getting at."

"Right. Forget it." I chicken out and chuckle to hide my nervousness. "I'm just being stupid."

"You sure? I thought-"

"Forget about it, Violet. It's not important. If it would I would just, I'd just spit it out." I grit my teeth after the last sentence.

"You sure?"

"Yep."

Silence falls upon us once again as we reach her house and I park in her driveway.

She opens the car door and goes to step out. "Thank you for driving me home."

"No problem. I'll come pick you up in the morning, alright?"

She looks back at me. "Oh, okay. Thank you again. Bye."

"Bye."