A Summer's Secret

☼Chapter 11

11.

                                      A loud cackle belched out from Aiden’s Impala in a middle of a boredom inducing melody playing on his radio. I heard him curse some profanities that would definitely make my Aunt Elvira cry out to her God almighty.

I decided I would glare at his direction and give him my signature brow-raise-forehead-scrunch look that could easily be translated to ‘what the fuck is going on?’ I wince a little at the image of Aunt Elvira forming in my mind, uttering the ‘f’ word would definitely make my great aunt wail. I could see her lecturing my parents on their poor parenting skills. The thought made me shiver.

“Hang on, I got this,” Aiden said with all the bravado he could muster I suppose, but then again a huge part of me was saying this is hopeless and that I’m perpetually stuck in the middle of nowhere with Aiden freaking Walker.

I watched Aiden as he endlessly stepped on the gas and twisted his key in the ignition and in that moment, I was highly convinced that this would be the end of me, but then again I was also just highly overreacting.

“Let me start the engine, you go out and push this thing,” I said quite suggestively, but Aiden shook it off without second thoughts.

“This car has an automatic transmission A, my car will have to be towed,” he answered with controlled patience, a hand still planted firmly on the steering wheel.

“Right,” I replied, quite embarrassed. Of course he can’t push this, how can I be so stupid? Still I sighed in exasperation, this can’t be happening now. I could vividly imagine my father’s face, his brows meeting in the middle, a good indicator of his disapproval.

 I thought about calling any of my family members for help, only to realize that calling any of them would be an extremely horrible idea. Crazy questions and speculations would be raised as to why I ended up getting a ride home from Aiden Walker, or worse, I could get asked as to why I got stuck in the middle of nowhere with the said guy.

“Can you like call a friend of yours or anyone to pick us up?” I asked, trying hard to sound less pissed than I already am.

Aiden dug into his jean pocket to retrieve his phone, and I watched as he tried to check his phone unfortunately what’s left of his hopeful smile turned into a glum frown, and seeing the frown on his face dampened my spirits even more.

“Well?” I said just to break the silence.

“I believe we have problem numero dos,” he replied with a guilty looking smile. Did he think he could compensate his stupidity by trying to pull off a cute smile? That’s it, he just ranked first at being the biggest idiot.

“What do you mean?” I asked through clenched teeth, maybe I couldn’t hold my anger much longer.

“My phone is dead,” he replied with a shaky laugh.

‘You are so dead,’ I thought. Seriously I couldn’t see what’s so funny about this predicament.I mean look at the possibilities of getting mobbed at a dark isolated place like this.

His expression then changed all of a sudden, as if realizing that he has sort of gotten a bit too far and that I was actually genuinely frightened, he reached out his hand to mine like he was silently comforting me or something but my reflexes made me pull my hand away.

I felt sort of bad, pushing him away like that. I don’t hate him, or at least I think I don’t, but for some reason he appears at my untimely moments, he was always the one to be there and save me from my own self-inflicted demises. Whenever I get myself in some weird situation, he would suddenly pop right out of the blue. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I don’t want to owe anyone, especially him, Aiden Walker.