Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

You Did The One Thing I Asked You Not To Do

After hours of driving around, she finally picked something to eat. Bo is indecisive, but I would rather drive until my tank is empty than choose something she doesn't want to eat. She would say she isn't picky, but Bo gags at the thought of Burger King and stares at pizza as if it will be the reason the world ends.

She did insist on going through a drive-thru, but she is sitting next to me looking all cute, and I knew I couldn't hide her beauty from the world. She deserves to be seen. When I picked her up this morning, I was fully aware before she walked through the door of how beautiful she was, but then she stepped onto her porch, and I thought I was going to stop existing.

It wasn't news that I have been with countless women. All of them looked different. They had different body sizes, skin colors, and attitudes. Until Bo, I have never seen perfection. The day she walked into the gym, her hair in a messy bun and fancy gym clothes, I knew I had to have her.

Bo giggled below me, making jokes as we waited in the Subway line to order our food. Her head of messy curls rested against my chest. I adored the way they fell over her face as they covered her smile with chocolate flyaways. My chin rested on her head, my arms holding her close.

"What do you call a man with a rubber toe?" She snorted, laughing at the joke before she had delivered the punchline.

A soft chuckle left my lips. "I don't know, dork, tell me."

"Roberto."

Her small frame pushed closer to me, allowing me to feel her body shake with fits of happiness. Both of my arms rested over her shoulders, shaking as I rumbled with quiet laughter. She rested her head on my forearms, hiding her face when she found it difficult to control her laughter.

I had to stop the guy in front of us from saying anything before Bo realized he was judging. Before I had the chance to, the bell above the entrance door rang, and a series of deep voices caused Bo's body to go rigid. Her fingers wrapped around mine, and with every second, her grip grew tighter. My attention immediately steered to Bo.

"What's wrong?" I bent down, nudging her face with mine.

She steered her focus. "I am getting a little claustrophobic."

I started to move my arms off of her, wondering if it was my fault that she began to feel closed in on. The moment I pulled away, she latched onto my forearm to stop me. My confusion only grew as she promised I wasn't the reason she started feeling claustrophobic.

She turned toward the lady asking for her order, but Bo refused to release the death grip on my hand as she pulled it down to her side. My eyes narrowed in on her, wondering why the sudden change in attitude occurred. Until we were done, her eyes didn't move from the glass separating us from the employees on the other side.

"Bo," my voice dropped as it became assertive.

She gulped harshly before her head turned to look at me. "I am hungry - that's all."

After paying for our food, she kept her hand wrapped around my wrist, even as I filled up our cups. Everything seemed different. I wondered what the problem was until the men who walked into Subway recognized Bo, and I realized that her shift in demeanor started when they walked in. My hand instinctively rested on her back to let her know that I have her back, that I always would and always will.

"Boston!" Her head snapped up to meet their gaze. "We haven't seen you around in ages!"

She pushed her side deeper into mine. "That is what happens when you graduate."

"Warren said it was nice to catch up."

Pain shot through my neck as I looked down at her. "Warren?"

When the bell dinged again, I saw the kid I shoved in the hallway walking through the door. Bo rested her hand on my upper arm and pushed me toward the tables in the back of the restaurant. The moment Warren's eyes caught mine, I watched his eyes divert down to Bo. Before I could move toward him, Bo tightened her grip on me and forced me forward.

I should have sat at the opposite side of the table to avoid looking at them because I knew it would piss me off. But I wouldn't let Bo sit under the gaze because she doesn't deserve to be uncomfortable. She even tried to sit at the opposite side of the table, but I wasn't going to allow it.

The smell of food filled my nostrils. I could feel my stomach rumbling at the lack of food I had eaten. Bo even looked at me a few times as she sat in front of me. She questioned why I wasn't eating, which is funny; she hadn't touched her food since we got to our table. But fuck our food because I started piecing certain things together that made this picture more clear.

"Kinnick -"

I started shaking my head. "He did it, didn't he?"

She swallowed, and she squeezed tightly shut. "No."

"I thought so."

My chair screeched on the ground as I slid away from the table. I could hear her yelling my name, but I found it easy to tune things out. The bruises. The sudden need to drink. Failing classes. Taking pills. He was now in front of me, and all I saw was red.

Before I made it to Warren, his friends were announcing my arrival. The people around me screamed as I launched Warren back into his table. The wood snapped as his body collided with the center. His friends moved away from their chairs as their friend struggled to stand up.

I didn't waste any time acting; I grabbed him by the collar and sent a right hook to his jaw. Everyone watched him fall to the floor as I stood over his body, watching as blood began to pour from his mouth. He stared up at me as his breath fell heavy from his lips.

Before I could say anything else, I heard the bell above the door ring. My head snapped up to see Bo leaving the restaurant in a hurry. Without saying another word, I rushed toward the door. People moved out of my way as they called the police for help, but I didn't care as long as I made it to the curly-haired girl desperate to get away from me.

"Bo!"

She turned to look at me with tears streaking down her face. "Why would you do that?"

"You're not seriously asking that question are you?"

"You don't understand!"

"No!" I barked, making her jump. "I don't!"

She broke down in front of me. "You did the one thing I asked you not to do, Kinnick! You need to leave."

"What?"

"Get out of here before the cops show up, please."

The sirens behind me didn't make me worry as much as what I would have to leave Bo here alone with the man who hurt her. She cried as I put my hands on my head and kneeled in front of her.

"Keep your hands on the top of your head!" A voice screamed behind me.

Seth stepped in front of me, pulling Bo aside as I was shoved to the ground. The rocks scraped my face as someone's knee pressed into my face to keep me against the ground. I let out a sigh as handcuffs were placed around my wrists. My eyes didn't look in the curly-haired girl's direction again. My eyes stayed on the ground as I was shoved inside the police cruiser. Before the door shut, Seth leaned down to look at me.

"I hope you wrote out your will, boy," he snickered. "Because I'll make sure you rot."