Chapter 11 - Wakely

It was just my luck that he would show up and know exactly where I was. Of course, it would show up when I least expected it. Why wouldn’t he?

The only question that really mattered right now was, why did he look even better in person than in my dream? God, his chiseled jaw, his crazy hair on top, everything about him screamed sexy.

He was wearing a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt. But he still looked damn hot, even in lounge wear. I wondered what he would look like naked. Probably all muscle and chiseled and would make any woman drool.

Get a hold of yourself. I scolded myself. You are a strong woman. You are not going to melt because a super-hot guy is talking to you. You are not that type of person…even though I wanted to melt just a little. You are better than that.

My little pep talk helped me regain some sort of dignity.

I let out a breath. I refused to be sucked into that sexy whirlpool that is the Walker brothers. I refused. “Yup.” I said popping the ‘p.’ Finally answering his question.

I fought to pull my eyes back to the book and fought the urge to glance back up at him. I could feel him staring at me. But it didn’t matter. I wasn’t about to look at him. Even though that was what I wanted to do.

I tried to focus on the page. I reread the same sentence at least three times, but I couldn’t register what was written. Waylon Walker was sitting in front of me, trying to have a conversation with me.

Why was he up so early? What could he possibly want by trying to talk to me? I didn’t look like his brothers’ girlfriends, so what could he see in me?

“What are you reading?” He asked when I didn’t say anything else to him.

Instead of answering, I turned the book cover to him so he could read it. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He only watched when that bitch was screaming at Cora. He didn’t deserve for me to answer him.

“Huh, a romance novel?” He said as he took a sip from his coffee cup. A smile formed on his face. What was that smile about?

The barista walked up to the table next to me and wiped it down. “Hey, Waylon. Did you need anything else?” She obviously had an ulterior motive. The table next to us wasn’t even dirty. She must be one of the girls on campus who would throw themselves at him.

I rolled my eyes and snorted at her. My eyes met his for the briefest moment, and then I looked back down at my book. If I looked into his eyes for too long, I knew I would melt and be like every other girl on this campus.

Nope, I wasn’t going to do it.

“I’m fine, thanks.” From the corner of my eye, I could tell he didn’t look at her but waved her off.  

“O—okay, if you need anything, you let me know.” Her voice became sultry as she grabbed the rag and ran it through her fingers. My attention went to her. I did my best to keep a straight face, but I knew it gave away what I was thinking.

Did she think that she could seduce him with a dirty rag? Hell, he probably already slept with her, and she was just trying to get on the horse again.

I rolled my eyes again.

“What are you drinking?” He asked me.

I fought the urge to tell him. Instead, I turned my cup and showed him what was written on the side.

“Hmmm, dirty chai latte.” He said, emphasizing the word dirty.

I chewed on my bottom lip; his voice was doing things to me, and it was driving me crazy. Every word he said brought me back to my dream, and I hated it. Maybe I loved it. I didn’t know. But I would never tell him.

All I knew was that Waylon was talking to me, and I didn’t know why.

“What makes it dirty?” He asked with a smirk.

I sighed, put down my book, and looked at his stupid, gorgeous face. “If I answer you, will you leave me alone?”

 “Probably not.” He shrugged his muscular shoulders.

“Why do you want to talk to me?” I asked instead of answering his question. Was I just a pawn in one of the Walker brothers’ pranks? I wasn’t about to get sucked into it.

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” He countered as he gave me a smirk.

I gave him a sweet smile. “Because.”

He chuckled at me. “Because why?”

I took a deep breath and let it out. “Because I don’t usually socialize with people who have poor character.” I snapped.

His eyebrows rose. “Usually…so I have a chance.” Another smirk graced his lips.

I rolled my eyes at him but didn’t respond.

“But enlighten me, what are my poor character traits?” He leaned back and sipped his coffee.

I furrowed my brows. “Really?” I tilted my head at him.

Instead of saying something, he spread his arms out in front of him, urging me on.

“Maybe because instead of interfering when your brothers and their girlfriends were belittling my friend, you just stood there and watched. Because I heard from Cora that you enjoy tormenting people for no reason. And honestly, there’s enough pain and suffering in the world that we shouldn’t be trying to put more bullshit out there.

“Not to mention, you walk around this campus like a god, and for some reason, everyone buys into it. Why? Because you’re the captain of the swim team. Wow, big accomplishment. Maybe do something worthwhile and bring good into the world instead of being a stupid jock.”

By the end of my rant, my breathing picked up, and my heart pounded in my chest. I was surprised that I said all of it. I knew I was screwed and that I would probably be the Walker brothers’ next target, but I didn’t care. I could take it.

I just hoped I didn’t have to.