If there was anything Sara definitely couldn’t live without, it was attention and lately, the only attention she’d really been seeking was that of someone who seemed to be otherwise ignoring her. In a way, part of her could understand why. She worked herself raw sometimes to paint herself as the ultimate tease and usually, it worked until it didn’t. Sometimes, it had boys and men alike crawling back to her at every hot and cold mood switch and then sometimes, it had them screening her calls and dumping her via Snapchat. But then there was Baxter and he was different, he had been from the very beginning and it took all of Sara’s pride to pretend like she knew how to handle it.
In her mind, it was hard to say what they were. When he was around, she just wanted to tell him not to fall in love with her and to give her space —– but when he gave her space, all Sara wanted was for him to crack open her window and crawl into her bed or blow up her phone until her message box was full. She was hard to be with, she knew that, but only as hard as any girl with daddy issues. She figured it was part of why he liked her sometimes, the challenge and the chase. There was something secretively mysterious and exciting about their affairs, about the way they kept each other’s lives so separate that when it came down to it, Sara slowly had begun to realize just how much she didn’t know about Baxter. About who he was when he wasn’t around her, where he lived or what he did in his spare time. In fact, selfishly, she’d never bothered to ask. The first weekend she hadn’t heard from him, she’d barely batted an eyelid. But after the third, Sara started to get needy and angry when he didn’t reply to her messages. No posts on Instagram, no new Snapchats… It was as if the line between them had just gone dead and beyond that, she had no way to contact him. It was like he’d never existed at all.
Until one Saturday night, a rich friend of hers was celebrating a birthday in their grand home with partying hard into the middle of the summer break. The air was sticky and so it wasn’t long before people had thrown themselves into the pool, dousing each other in beer and slinking down to underwear while music penetrated the entire atmosphere. Sara was having fun, but only of the mediocre kind, because she couldn’t help but feel distracted. What if something had happened to Baxter? It wasn’t in her nature to worry about things like that, but she wasn’t entirely heartless. Her arms were laced over some old school friend’s shoulders, his hands ranging between her hip and a red cup while she tried to forget that he was kind of annoying and mostly really stupid. But he was a solid eight on a bad day, so while her eyes scanned the party as if she was bored, Sara tried to appear at least a sliver interested in whatever grind technique he was trying to pull off. All up until her eyes found a familiar figure hanging back from the poolside, a gaggle of girls all “oohing” and looking at something he was holding. Whatever it was, Sara couldn’t really see, but she would know Baxter’s profile anywhere.
“Ew, okay, get off.” She snatched her hands back from the friend suddenly, tucking them to her front as she pivoted her shoulders towards Baxter across the way. If looks could be murderous, then Sara’s gaze was something out of Twin Peaks. Smoothing down her slinky little black number and pushing hair back from her shoulders, Sara then strode right on up to him, caring little for the girls that glared at her when they were bumped out of the way. Italian heat pulsing in her veins, Sara pushed at his shoulder hard with a feirce demand. “Where have you been?”
Baxter had been keeping a low profile of lately, purging himself of social media and not trying to draw any attention to himself. After a major disaster during a routine shipment pick up, Baxter landed himself with a bullet in his forearm during the fight. He was going to be okay, but it did break through his bone, thus fracturing it and landing him in a clunky cast. In retrospect, Baxter knew that the only person who cared about him deeply enough was his mother. She was dying from cancer and Baxter had a whole private hospital set up in the small, but gorgeous house he’d bought them. A majority of his money and time went into taking care of his mother, but now that he was the one in trouble, his mother still managed to take care of him a little.
Sara had crossed his mind a few times, but he knew to keep his distance based of the situation. But also, Baxter felt like she didn’t care because surely if she needed to find him, she could find a way. So, as weeks passed, his arm continued to heal as he tried to keep a safe distance from the second woman in his life that he cared too much for, knowing it was for the best.
Baxter should have expected to see Sara when he went to the pool party, but she really hadn’t crossed his mind because it didn’t seem like her scene. When he and his boys arrive, girls flocked to the handsome, mysterious rebel, wanting to touch his cast or another hard object on his body. Baxter was enjoying himself, always loving his ego stroked by a group of girls... until they all flocked away like a storm was coming in hot.
He felt the shove on his shoulder, sensing Sara’s electric vibe before she even had touched him. Baxter turned towards the brunette, his cast hanging by his side. “I’ve been busy.” He chuckled, used to seeing Sara so worked up and dramatic. “Its not like you’ve been looking for me.” Baxter lied, knowing that she’d been blowing up his phone but ignoring her was supposed to be the best thing. He obviously loved Sara, very much... and she was incapable of that emotion.
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