My Brothers' Mafia Best Friend

Chapter 14



"Hi." He smiles once we pull away and I feel my cheeks heat up.

"H-hey."

"Buckle up, princess, don't want you to get hurt now do we." He says with a smirk and I can feel the blush coming up my cheeks.

I do as he says and put the seat belt on before laying my head against the tanned window. I can't help but feel nervous around him. We've never been alone like this. Whenever me and Aiden were alone, there was always at least one person within the distance of thirty feet. But now, we're in a car. Together. Alone.

Without a word, Aiden starts the car and speeds out of the schools parking lot. We get on the road and a few cars pass by, every one of them passing by in a blur.

"Where are we going?" I turn to look at him, running my eyes over him. He's dressed in a black aramani suit, with his hair gelled back and to the side like usual. I don't think I could veer get tired if the way he styles his hair. Calling him hot is an understatement.

"My place, you're okay with that, right?" He questions softly and I can sense the nervousness in his voice.

"Yeah, that's okay." I tell him and he smiles before looking back at the road.

The rest of the drive is spent in silence. Not an uncomfortable silence. I don't like uncomfortable silences, especially with people I'm closed too. I would hate for that to happen with him.

......

We arrive at Aiden's fifteen minutes later and his guards open the gate up. Aiden parks the car in the garage connected to the house and gets out. Just as I'm about to open the car door, he beats me to it and I mutter a small thank you before getting out myself, leaving my school back in the passenger seat.

He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me through the kitchen and into the large living room.

I sit on the cream coloured, L shaped couch and Aiden sits close to me, keeping a fair amount of distance between the two of us.

We stay in silence, now this is an uncomfortable silence. I look down on my lap, suddenly thinking that my sweatpants are very interesting. I know that I'm here for a reason, not necessarily a bad one, but I can't tell if the reason is a good one either. I'm confused.

The only thing I'm actually certain off is that he wants to talk about me and him...us. Is there even an us? I'm scared of what he'll say, I'm scared of what I'll say. I don't know why but the feeling of regret just keeps growing inside me.

Are we a thing? I mean we've kissed a few times and he confessed his feelings for me but that doesn't mean there is something between us, right? I'll leave this part to him.

"What are we?" I blurt out before I can think and my eyes widen. So much for leaving this for him to decide, actually I didn't tell him we were something, I asked so I still left that part to him. I have to stop thinking.

My question takes him off guard, his breath hitches in his throat and I'm pretty sure he holds his breath for a few seconds.

I'm so stupid sometimes. Why would I ask something like that!? It clearly makes him uncomfortable. Did he have a relationship before? That's actually a question I don't know the answer-enough.

"I don't know." His simple answer makes my heart clench. I can't help but feel dissapointed.

"Oh", I reply softly looking back down on my lap.