Her Street Fighter

13.

Chapter Thirteen
Marebela

"Get up, we need to go," Gunn said. He knocked on the bedroom door.

I rushed out of the bed. "Where?"

"Just get ready," he grumbled. His voice was raspy like he just woke up himself.

"But," I stammered.

I heard his footsteps move away from the door.

I quickly got dressed and brushed my hair which was a mistake because it immediately went frizzy. My hair wasn't curly but it wasn't straight.

I rarely brush my hair but Gunn brought me one and I didn't want to put it to waste.

I ran my fingers on the top of my head and down to the tips trying to flatten the frizz a little.

"I found this," Gunn said when I came out of the room.

In his hand was a piece of paper I wrote on when I was bored the other day.

I didn't mean for him to see that.

It was a list of all the things I used to do with my sisters. All the arts and crafts we used to do when stepmother was at work.

My stepsisters would secretly allow me to join them and let me participate in the activities.

I wrote those down because I was trying to remember all the good times I had in that house so everything wasn't all bad.

I felt if I did this it would help me heal and overcome the terrible feeling I get when I think about that house.

"Oh," I said surprised, "That is nothing."

He held the paper out in front of his face and started reading the list out loud. "Things I miss...

1. Making thread bracelets
2. Origami butterfly bookmarks
3. Books for those bookmarks
4. My stepsisters

What the fuck is this about?"

My cheeks flamed up. I didn't want him to find that. He would make fun of me for sure. But his expression said different. He seemed more angry.

"Nothing, I was bored and started writing down random things," I explained.

He waved the paper in the air. "These are not random things. If you miss doing things you used to do, you can tell me and I will get you things you want."

"I didn't want to bother you, I know you are already annoyed that I'm staying here."

"If I was that annoyed that you were staying here, I would've kicked you out a while ago."

"Maybe you felt bad for me," I mentioned.

"I'll feel bad if I kick you out and you run into someone else and they have to deal with you." He shot me a beautiful grin. I could've melt to the ground.

My jaw dropped. I didn't know he had some jokes in him. Was he messing with me for once?

"That's rude." I smiled along.

"It's the truth, you'd annoy that poor person until they have no choice but to do whatever you asked," he said. "Or they'd leave you freezing on the side of the road because you don't know when to shut your mouth."

Was he talking about himself?

"Shut it," I told him.

He hummed in response.

I tried to take the paper out of his hands but he gripped it harder. "I need this."

"For what?" I asked. I was confused.

"You'll see soon. Now let's go," he told me.

He made his way towards the door and I was expecting him to shut the door as I put my shoes on but he holds the door open for me.

Why was he acting so sweet? And he was actually fun to be around, like a ray of sunshine.

"Hurry up, Giggles," he rushed me.

I tied up my shoe laces faster but the laces were too short and the lace kept slipping out of the knot. I was about to forget about it and just wear them not tied up when Gunn gets down on one knee and started to tie them for me.

"Thank you," I told him when he finished tying my shoes.

He didn't say anything else and I followed him out of him apartment and out of the restaurant.

We were in an arts and crafts store and in the thread section.

"What was the one you used to use?" Gunn asked.

I grabbed a pack of the embroidery thread with many different colours.

No way was he about to buy it for me. Was this some sick joke?

"Go pick out the origami paper you used," he demanded.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him. Did he want something in return?

"Do you want it or not?" He stated grumpily.

I frowned. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. I was just curious.

"I don't want to waste your money," I said. I felt guilt eat me up alive. He already spent so much on me.

"Did I make it seem like a question because it's not. Go get it," he demanded.

He asked it like it was a question earlier but his tone of voice said different. There was clearly one answer he wanted out of me and I gave him the wrong one.

I quickly rushed to the paper section and picked out different colours.

Once I got some I headed back to Gunn. I saw him talking to someone and I didn't want to intrude.

It was a girl who was a bit shorter than him, once I got a good look of her, it was when I realized it was the girl from the shop that we got ice-cream from.

Brandy, I beleived her name was. 

I felt something in my throat and it wouldn't let me swallow it down. I hated this feeling. She was staring at him and keeping eye contact I couldn't read his body language since he facing away from me but he seemed intrigued with the conversation. I couldn't keep eye contact.

I tried but I feel too anxious that the other person is scoping out every flaw and insecurity I have.

I wanted to join the conversation and make it seem like it doesn't bother me, but I felt heat rise in my chest when I thought of them together. My stomach hurt when I saw them together.

I was about to turn around on my heel and leave the store when I realized I still had the stuff from the store in my hands.

Why was I acting this way?

I wished he acted that way with me.