Her Street Fighter

11.

Chapter Eleven
Marebela

"Gunn, did you get these pink roses for me?" I asked happily, a wide smile on my face.

I waited for him to answer but instead, he gave me a hard stare. His eyes looked dead.

"If you did, thank you so much, I love them!" I exclaimed.

He scoffed. "I didn't buy those."

"If you didn't then who did?" I asked.

He shrugged his muscular shoulders. He was wearing a black shirt which was what his wardrobe consisted of, so dark and depressing.

"I have to find out so I can thank them, this is a very kind thing to do." I flashed a watery smile.

I couldn't help but feel a little sad. No one has ever done anything like this for me. My eyes watered and before I knew it I let out a soft cry.

Gunn looked panicked. "Why the fuck are you crying? Don't fucking cry."

"I'm just so happy," I bellowed. "Who would do something like this for me?"

"Giggles." He said the nickname lightly on his tongue causing my heart to flutter. "It looks like you have a secret admirer."

I had a secret admirer? That was so weird to think of.

"I do?"

"Mhm," he hummed in response.

"Who could it be?" I asked again for the thousandth time. I was so confused and determined to find out who it was.

"That's the point about being a secret admirer, they don't want to be found." He rolled his dark eyes.

I opened my mouth into an o shape silently. I understood what he meant.

"I would do anything for the person who got me these," I admitted. The biggest smile on my face.

He smirked. "Careful now, little dove, you shouldn't be making promises that you might not be able to keep."

I gulped. What did he mean by that?

"I will be able to keep this promise. I need to go around and ask everyone I find," I said. "Although the last time I asked for help, people ignored me. Why is everyone so rude in this town? Expect for you, you were the only one who helped me. I appreciate it and the fact that you have to still deal with me because I have nowhere to go is very nice."

"It's not like I have much of a fucking choice," he swore. "Stop being so chipper about it."

I was getting used to his profanities. I knew that if you said bad words it doesn't make you a bad person like Stepmother had made me think it does.

"Well." I smacked my lips together. "Still, it's very kind."

He groaned in discomfort. His eyes were unamused and he shifted his weight uncomfortably.

I didn't understand why he hated me so much.

"I really hope that one day you might like me, even if it's just a little bit because I like you," I said with a tinier smile.

It was true I liked him and I knew he could be a great friend if he wasn't so brooding all the time.

"You like everyone," he stated in a grumpy tone.

"You're saying that like it's a bad thing," I muttered. I am very trusting and overly caring which was a reason why my stepmother never let me out much.

She told me people would take advantage of me and only use me for their own selfish reasons. She told me that I was not made for the world and if I stayed with her and did everything she asked I would be safe from the monsters that are roaming the earth.