𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒, henry hart

025: long awaited confessions

THAT FRIDAY EVENING, Ray had texted Thea to come down to the Man Cave. The girl declined his offer because Friday night is her sleep through Sunday but he threatened her work payment if she didn't come.

            "Please explain to me, why am I doing this again?" Thea asked, standing in the middle of the room.

         "Because. You were supposed to come to Self Defense Saturday class but you haven't shown up. Again." Every Saturday, Ray held a class for his sidekicks to practice their fighting and get graded on it but Thea decided not to come to the classes for the past three weeks.

         It had been three weeks since Henry and Thea kissed and also been three weeks since they actual had an actual conversation. They said that they agreed to be friends again but it's kinda hard from their unexpected kiss. So Thea decided to avoid Henry at all costs until that weird feeling inside her stomach goes away.

          Thea scoffed. "I don't need self defense class. Y'know, I'm the best at—" Suddenly a dodge ball hit the girl in the chest making her let out a  groan of pain. "Hey! I wasn't ready!"

           Ray laughed. "So, as a sidekick. You should always be—" He was cut off when the girl launched a ball at his face. "Ow! I wasn't ready—I'm okay!" He tried to play it off even though it was in extreme pain.

          "Are we done now, I have to be somewhere very important and it includes my house, sleeping in my bed until Sunday night."

      "Nope. There's another reason, I've brought you here," He tossed the ball behind him but it ended up hitting the monitors' screen but they both ignored it. "Can you do me a favor?"

     "If it involves me going home and sleep then yes."

     "Not exactly. Look—it's a really simple task, I want you to return my tux."

      Thea furrowed her brows. "A tux, why do you have a tux?"

      "My Aunt Mathilda was supposed to get married last week but called off the wedding when she found her fiancé making out with her mother," He said in a casual tone. "And the day, it expires is on the same day, I booked for my spa day so I need you to return it."

      "Sure, why not?" Returning a tux back doesn't take that long. And it wouldn't cut into her weekend sleep. 

        "Awesome, I knew I can count on you," The man went over to the back of the couch to take out a zipped up bag that had the tuxedo for his aunt's wedding inside. He handed to the brunette. "All you need is travel to Timezone—"

        "Timezone, you're serious?" Disbelief was written on the girl's face. Timezone was about a four hour drive from Swellview and it was known for its tumbleweed and the locals smelling like lemon juice. "Why did you buy a tuxedo there?"

         "Because they have nice tuxedos!" He defended. "All you gotta do is take a three or four hour bus drive, go to the tuxedo store and return it back then head back to Swellview. Easy peasy."

     "Timezone is crazy-town. I might get chased, or worse, my phone gets stolen!"

       "Oh, fiddle sticks, you're a sidekick and you know martial arts," Ray reminded. "You can bring someone with you, if you want?"