Lucky

Chapter 13: Clover

" Mrs Wilkins" I sigh exasperated "I told you, my ankle is perfectly fine, I really don't need to sit down" I'm lying

My stupid dump truck ankle has decided to blow up to the size of Mars after I whacked it on a chair just as my shift started. I just know this is the lords way of punishing me for not eating a single vegetable this week.

I look up brightly to the next customer who is a man about my age maybe older with ginger hair and a helluva lot of freckles. I put on a big fat smile over my pain and smooth down my apron.

"Hi! What can I get for you today" he looks at me and licks his lips. Gosh darn, we've got a hungry boy over here!

"You" I look at him weird and shake my head, blushing from the feeling of unease going down my spine not from flattery.

"Huh" I squeak out and he chuckles.

"Pretty little thing aren't you" he tells me and I take a step back from the counter.

"Thank you sir but no" I laugh nervously

"what can I get for you though?" I try and stay polite but something pulls at my gut telling me to stay away.

"I already said, I want you"  he moves towards me and grabs my arm over the low counter I gasp in shock but just before I can give him a piece of my mind he's yanked back from me and into a seemingly familiar chest by a tattooed hand.

"She's not on the menu fucker" chase sneers and pushes him so that his head smacks forwards into the counter, I wince at the action and chase locks eyes with me over the man's head.

His gaze narrows on my red arm from where the guy grabbed me and he smacks the man's head against the counter again.

"Fuckin' apologize" he grunts and the man struggles under chases hold.

"You think it's alright to get handsy with her, she said no asshole, are you fucking deaf?" The man shakes his head under chases hand and looks at me.

"Sorry" he utters and chase hauls him up by his hair.

"You weren't so quiet a second ago, say it like you mean it" chase urges, voice deadly calm,

"Sorry" he says more loud this time and chase shoves him toward the door.

"If you come back and give her trouble again god himself won't be able to save you" chase warns him as the guy scuttles out the door with a timid yes.

"Violence is never the answer" I deduce and chase sends a harsh glare my way. Jesus creepers.

"Ah dear!" Mrs Wilkins appears from our back where she just missed that whole episode and pats my shoulder affectionately.

"Your shift was over 5 minutes ago, time to get going and rest up that ankle of yours!" She instructs and chase looks at me funny.

"What's wrong with your ankle?" he asks and inspects me closely as I hobble out from behind the counter whilst untying my apron.

"What's wrong with your ankle?" I shoot back and furrow my brows at myself when I realize it made no sense.

"Nothing" okay mr grouchy who peed in your cereal.

"That's fabalab, let's go"  he puts his hand out infront of me when I nearly fall flat on my freaking face. I thank him quietly and look down at the steps I have to brave. Just steps. More like death traps. I'm a cripple right now!

Before I can think think about it much longer a pair of strong arms wrap around me from under my legs and sweep me off the floor.

"Wh-"

"You where takin' to long" he fills in before I can ask and I smile in thanks at him. He rolls his eyes and strides towards his lambo. Just great.

Deep breaths clover, you'll be fine.

He sets me down next to the passenger door and walks around to his side of the car. I take a deep breath and pull on the handle.

Once I'm seated I stick on the butt warmers and close my eyes. Chase is a good driver. He is.

When he starts the engine all the memories of the night of my accident come back to me. Not now. Please. A tear slips from the corner of my eye and I wipe it away quickly. Why hasn't he started driving yet?

I look at chase who's watching me quizzically it's his brows furrowed and his lips in a hard line.

"What's wrong with you" i cringe slightly at his harsh tone and shake my head. More stupid tears roll my cheeks and i scrunch my nose. I hate this.

Chase lets out a heavy sigh and does the last thing I'd expect him to. He holds my hands. His large palms swallowing my smaller ones. We look ridiculous. I stare at our intertwined hands and I smile a bit. His heavily tatted hand and my hand covered in colorful rings on my fingers.

"Okay?" He says and I take a deep breath again and nod slowly. And then as if he didn't surprise me enough with the hand holding he starts to talk.

I listen to his voice as he drives and tells me about some girl Ace is trying to find. Maybe she can be my friend. That would be nice I don't have many of those.

"Are you my friend?" I blurt out and chase stops talking, I hear him swallow and his grip on my hand tightens ever so slightly.

"No" I go to pull my hand away but he keeps it firmly in his grasp.

"No I didn't mean no...I don't- I'm....yeah okay we're friends lucky" he clears his throat and I feel blood rush to my cheeks when he calls me that darn nickname.

"That's so super cool" I say breaking the silence and pointing at a raccoon that's laying on the fence by the road. It looks around as the cars go by and I mentally awww.

I freaking love fluffy things.

When we pull into the parking garage for Chases pent house we sit in silence for a few seconds, hands still intertwined.

Chase suddenly pulls his hand away and quickly gets out the car, by the time I get out he's already gone.

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Sorry for the wait my loves, how was this chapter for you?

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