I'll forgive when I forget ✔️

Chapter Nine

Alex's POV:

"Alex?"

His voice cut off my train of thought and I realized he asked me a question. It was something I didn't know how to answer so instead I changed the subject.

"How did you become my coach?" The question was bothering me. Why did my coach trust him? And where did he learn how to fight?

He chuckled. "Okay how bout we play the question game. I ask one and you ask one alright?" I nodded but responded with, "Answer my question first."

"Well. When I moved here junior year my parents had just divorced and I wS forced to move here with my mother for a job. We needed money so I joined the fights. Coach helped me out and soon I won the world championships. My mother landed a stable job as a nurse and I realized, I didn't need to fight anymore. All I was doing was lowering my chances of coming home to my mother that needed me. She was always afraid that one day I wouldn't come home. Her worries were wearing her out along with her night jobs. I couldn't handle seeing it anymore so I quit. Coach just called me up at college a few weeks ago and asked me to come help him out. I hadn't kept up with the fights so I had no idea you were there."

His explanation was very informing. I wanted to ask more but I knew it was his turn. So I nodded for him to ask.

"How did you become a fighter? You were popular, loud, exciting... Happy. What made you become so cold and angry. Why do you fight?"

I was caught off guard by his question. Me? Happy? Damn I was a good actress. I knew I had to answer. I mean he answered mine and I think it was hard for him. I just didn't know what to say.

"Ummm. I had bad grades, not very smart. College wasn't really an option. I read about coach in the papers and so I ended up there hoping he could help me. As for the anger... People change. The day I left. I realized being the happy popular girl I was, was exhausting. People came into my life and hurt me. Being distant and angry helps keep people away, keeps me from getting attached."

"What about me?"

I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I did know it was my turn to ask the question so I quirked my eyebrow at him. He groaned. "What did I tell you bout the eyebrow." He pouted. I laughed lightly forgetting what he had told me earlier in the locker room. "It's my turn to ask the question." He nodded in response.

"Why didn't you want to play football at first and then you do all of a sudden? What changed your mind?"

Ace's POV:

How was I suppose to answer that? Her. That's the answer. Because I was in love with my best friends girlfriend and just the idea of her cheering for me made me happy. I was upset at the end of each game when she came and jumped into Blake's arms instead of mine but I was still happy to be so close to her. To know she was my cheerleader.

"I didn't enjoy the game. My mom didn't have the money for cleats and things you needed. After fighting for awhile I came up with a bit of cash for it. Then there's you. When you showed me around school and put the idea of you cheering for me in my head there was no going back. I had to be closer to you. And if that meant seeing you jump into Blake's arms every game then so be it. Then at practice you were so demanding. Something I never saw on you anywhere but when you cheered. Your instructions precise and no one dared to argue with you. It was intoxicating. You were like my drug."

There I admitted it. I admitted my feelings for her. Now it's all her.

"You know this is where we first met?" She asked looking around. This girl gives me whiplash I swear. I just poured my feelings out to her and she ignores it. I nod slowly. "That's why I brought you here."

She smiled to herself while looking down at the red checkered table cloth. "When I first saw you, I was awestruck. I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I had forgotten all about Blake in that little time. It was nice."

"You captivated me Alexa. I was so intrigued with your beauty, I didn't care about Blake at the time. Watching you flirt playfully with Ryan made me jealous. Weird because you weren't even mine to be jealous of. Then Blake came and I knew you were to good to be true." Her smile faltered at his name but she composed herself quickly after. Does she still love him? Does she miss him? Is that why his name hurts her.

"So is this a date?" She asked smirking and raising that damn eyebrow. I groaned. Oh god I wanted to take her on this table right here in front of everyone. Prove that she's mine. But she's not. And I need to control my urges. Then her question finally sunk in. Is this a date? At first I just wanted to get to know her better. Figure her out. But I want so much more from her. I want to discover her. And call her mine at the same time.

"Yes. This is a date, and you Alexa have no say in that." I smiled smugly at her. Her smirk never left though and she stood up quietly. I was afraid she was going to leave but instead she sat down beside me in the booth and put her hand on my thigh.

"Oh.. But I think I do babe." She whispered in my ear then smashed her lips against mine. A shiver ran down my spine. The girl I've had a crush on since junior year is actually kissing me. This is every mans dream. I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her to sit on my lap and kiss me more deeper. I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine. And I'm thinking she wants the same...

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