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Chapter.7.Don't Miss.

Chapter 7

The look on his face when I mentioned going on a date with him, was pretty damn cute. It was the night before the fight and I didn't have anything to do anyways. I drank my amino acids because let's face it, it's a nice preventative for sore muscles and I haven't stopped tensing my muscles since I said those words. It was completely on impulse and I don't really know why the hell I did it, so now I'm freaking nervous. Like more nervous then when I step into the ring, that sounds ridiculous but it is the truth. I like Sparky but this is only dangerous for him. I should tell him why, especially because he's been around me more, he loves watching me train. If I tell him the truth I'm sure Sparky will run for the hills and stay far away. I can tell he's itching to know what I meant when I said 'I'm doing this to protect you'. The doorbell rang, successfully drawing me out of my thoughts and I threw the door open in a haste. "Hey beautiful." Those dimples, those damn dimples make my cheeks flush every time. "You ready?"

I give him a closed mouth smile and reach for my helmet. "Yep."

"Nope, put your helmet down. You're riding with me." I narrow my eyes and he starts to laugh, I love driving my bike. "If this is a date I'm taking you in my truck."

Cocking my head to the side, I make sure to look as confused as possible just to toy with him. "I don't understand."

"We aren't taking your bike beautiful. You're riding with me in my truck."

"Why can't you ride bitch on my bike?" I giggle because well, picturing him riding bitch on my bike is hilarious. "Kidding." Kind of.

"Rebel cracks jokes." He pulls a flower out from behind his back and passes it to me with a boyish grin dancing on his face. That's a first, I've never actually gotten flowers from anyone who wasn't related to me.

"You got me a flower?" It was pretty, and it only made it sweeter that it's one he obviously picked from his yard. It isn't like I gave him a lot of time to plan this, date. It's so weird to say that word. What do I say to him giving me a flower? "I'm not really good with feelings so I'm going to say thank you." Now that I think about it, I probably could have done without the first half of my sentence.

Sparky chuckles lightly and reaches for my hand that I politely pull away. Dude, it's a first date... boundaries. "You're welcome."

"HEY!" Josh meanders out from the living room. "Have her back by 11, she needs her sleep." I flip Josh off who was laughing at his idea of a joke and slam the door behind me.

"I can't even remember the last time I rode in a vehicle with doors." He helps me into the truck and even with just our hands touching, I feel stimulated. Not sexually - well a little sexually - but mostly just like a rush of adrenaline is coursing through my veins. I fucking love it. The drive was silent, but not at all uncomfortable, he kept trying to hold my hand and I'd take it away, all the while trying to find the right time to talk to him about why we can't be together. We pull up to a park and I don't really know what we're doing here. From gossipy whores, I was expecting a dinner or a movie. Not that I am complaining, I enjoy the simplicity of it. 

"So, who's Farkle?" My eyes widened and I flipped my head to the left, I separated my lips and couldn't force any words out no matter how hard I tried. "Josh told me." Mental note to beat the crap out of him later, "I brought you here so I could get to know you a little bit. You are so closed off and I really like you. Well, I like what I know about you."

I bit my cheek and felt my fingers fidgeting together in my lap. "If I tell you everything then you'll despise me." Which is what I want, right? "So I can only tell you that Farkle is an ex-boyfriend of mine." Guess that isn't what I wanted. Once we hopped out of his truck, we meandered around the sidewalk that outlines the park and just enjoy the atmosphere. Carefree, it's the best way to describe it. Children are playing and parents are watching their kids and trying not to freak out if they go to high on the swings. It's a nice reprieve from the warehouse and my garage.