I just wanna dedicate this chapter to JazyGarnica for giving me reassurance to continue the book ! Thanks girl!
So this part is like the last couple of sentences from the last chapter so this one makes sense
His soft brown eyes look worried as they roam over my body while he asks if I'm okay. "Of course I'm okay. Did you not just see me kick his ass?" Christopher just chuckles.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh shit sorry I didn't mean to curse. Oh fuck I just did. Shit. Wait no sorry sorry sorry I'll stop now." Christopher seems like the kind of guy who likes quiet cute good girls. Well that's not me. Sadly. (Minor sarcasm.) ha.
He laughs lightly and smiles at me. "It's okay don't worry about it." I stand awkwardly not really knowing what to do next.
I go to pick up my dogs leashes as they walk nervously around Christopher and Zack, occasionally sniffing the unconscious drunk off his ass bastard. "Welllllll I think I'll just be on my way." I say as I back up slowly watching there reaction. I spin on my heel and start walking quickly away from them.
"Wait what's your name?"
Did I mention I don't know know Christopher and Zack? Actually. I know of them. They are the extremely hot guys who play soccer on the field next to my best friend Laney's field. Every girl drools when they take their shirts off.
I turn around not knowing what to say and blurt, "I'm a Foo Fighter." I mentally face palm. Your so stupid. I tell myself over and over. I hear them behind me laughing while my ears turn redder than a lobster. SERIOUSLEH could I not come up with anything better. It's not my fault I can't remember my own name when I'm around them.
"Shit what the fuck!" I yell whisper as I turn and look all around searching for my phone. Immediately the boys stop laughing and looked at me shocked and I think... Scared. Oops.
"Oh. Umm. I'm looking for my phone. Oh never mind. Found it." I say as I spit it at Zack's feet. As I bend down to reach for it apparently so does Zack cause I feel a forehead bang against mine. "Fuck." "Shoot." Course the kid doesn't curse. I snatch my phone from his hands and glare at him. As I grit my teeth I hear chuckling next to me. I turn my glare to see Christopher trying very hard, unsuccessfully I might add, to stop his giggles. It's so adorable I just roll my eyes and walk away.
"Sorry!"
I consider flicking him off but decide to wave him away unimportantly. Wouldn't want Mr. Prim and Proper to get his panties in a twist.
I walk the rest of the way home deciding not to think about what just happened. When I close the door and take off their leashes I run upstairs getting my gym bag and workout clothes.
I get in my beautiful Mazda Furai that I adore. She's gorgeous. You can't blame me. I pull out and when I get into traffic I get aggravated. I hate idiots. One jackass pulls in front of me as I was speeding up almost making me rear end him. I press the shit out of my horn for a good 10-15 seconds. I may or may not have a serious case of road rage. I pull up on the side of him at the traffic light and roll down my window. I start throwing curse words at him like I throw punches. And that's ALOT. "YOU FUCKING DUMB CUNT YOU ALMOST FUCKING DENTED SCAR. I SWEAR IF I EVER SEE YOU ON THE ROAD AGAIN IT WILL BE THE LAST TIME YOU DRIVE THAT CAR!" He looks at me like I'm cray cray. I flick him off with both my hands while glaring at him.
He speeds off going through the intersection. I hear car horns blaring behind me. My tires spin as I slam on the gas. I catch up to him in seconds and start edging closer to him trying to drive him off the road without damaging Scarlett. Yeah that's right. My baby has a name. I'm not an irresponsible parent not even capable of naming their most prized baby. Just as he starts going toward the side of the road I realize if I go too much longer I'll miss my turn towards the gym. I dislike turning around more than I do snobby fucks like this one so I back off and cut off about three cars causing them to almost crash as I zoom past to make the turn.
As I pull up I notice the gym empty. Good. I walk inside and see Thomas throwing air punches in a corner.
He turns as he hears the door open. "Hey Roxie how's it going?" "Good how've you been? Ready for me to kick your ass?" He scoffs. "As. If." "We'll see." I wrap my hands like I've been doing for years and stand up ready for my next lesson. He teaches me more types of punches and kicks and how to execute them without hinting to your opponent your next move. Everything that's been drilled into my brain and that I could execute in my sleep. "Good job. About two more sessions and you should be able to jump in the ring."
"Awesome! I've been waiting to kick ass! Hey guess what I actually did that earlier today! It was so fun!" He looks at me like I'm crazy. "Rox you can't just beat someone up for no reason I told you only in self defense of in the ring. No more jumping out your car to fight whoever pissed you off in the car next to you!"
"No no you don't understand! It was in self defense. This old drunk fucker tried to say he was my boyfriend and force me to go home with him. He may or may not still be unconscious. I'm not sure I didn't really go back to check on him." Thomas stood there. Speechless. "I don't know what to say. Maybe we should work on controlling your temper before I accidentally get on your bad side." We laugh and I say goodbye as I head to my car.
I am so ready to be home, I think as I get in my car. I just sit and relax into the driver's seat feeling at home already.
