Tapout

Chapter.18.You're my Sparky.

Chapter 18

I faked being asleep last night, but that didn't halt his actions, it was more than extremely difficult to keep a straight face when he kissed some of my ticklish spots. But he'd surely have a conniption fit if I told him what happened. I just got done with my morning torture and and find myself staring at my naked self in the mirror. Fighters have scars, don't hide them. The words of Josh ring through my mind consistently but I mean damn, I'm a walking scar. Sometimes I wonder if my body ever gets tired of healing itself. Will one day it just, stop? Once a week, or 2 weeks isn't bad but I always seem to find myself in precarious situations and in my defense it isn't entirely my fault. It's almost like my body excels in healing now, instead of black and blue my body has clues of yellow and purple. I stare at my collarbone and see the lone scar I received from defying Felix on throwing a fight. Marissa so graciously wore a ring, bitch.

Since I got with Sparky my disdain for my lifestyle has grown immensely. I used to love the rush, the adrenaline, the feeling of over powering someone. Now I'm like, end it quick, get the fuck out of the ring, and don't let Sparky see you get hurt. Everything is about Sparky nowadays, everything is Lucas and being the attention whore - that according to Josh - I am, you would think that would bother me. I always disposed of the idea that I'm an attention whore; but my clacking ankle boots, leather jacket, motorcycle and 'appealing' demeanor screams for it. I like my heeled ankle boots - better for kicking people's asses with - the jacket covers my arms and is better at preventing the wind from hitting my arms whenever I'm riding. I love bikes, they're beautiful and dangerous all at the same time. As for my demeanor I wish I could say I lay it on thick, but not speaking what's on my mind literally nags at me.

I much prefer who I am now, to who I was.

I step inside school and as usual my man is waiting on me. I press my lips against his and move to put my helmet in my locker. I don't trust the students to not take off with it, though they probably wouldn't, because apparently I'm intimidating. Who would've thunk it? "Morning sweetheart."

"Morning Sparky. How are you?"

"A little better now." He lightly pecks my nose and when my head moves on its own accord while giggling - yes, giggling - I see one of the guys who jumped me. My glare to the coward is obvious. "Riley."

"What?"

"Is that one of them?" I smirk and after a wooden head nod I stomp forward and snatch his ear. "RILEY!" Lucas snaps, and I know he's coming up from behind me.

Catching the piece of shit off guard, he begins to shout. Which only serves to fuel my hatred fire that is fully ablaze at the moment. "OW!"

"Hi shithead. Let's go see Principal Harvey." I feel a hand land on top of mine, a feeling of calm rushes over me - just from Sparky's touch.

Emerald orbs glance at me knowing that I'm trying hard to keep my head. "Why don't you let me escort him?"

"Why?" I question quizzically, head cocked to the side. 

"Because I love you," I'm still not even remotely used to him telling me that he loves me. It's so weird, "because I'm your boyfriend and," He took a step forward, a grin dances across my lips as the smell of his earthy cologne envelops me.

I'm just about to not and give in, mostly because he isn't playing fair. But whomever's ear is in my grasp, shouts. "LET GO!"

"SHUT UP!" I demand and intentionally tug a little harder.

"And because I'm not giving you a choice." I gaze into his gorgeous eyes and smirk, promptly releasing him from my grasp. So persuasive and so, so beautiful. I know he's a man and I'm supposed to say handsome, but there's something beautiful about him. I don't question Lucas, I respect him despite what others may think. I do respect him but I can't deny that him being demanding had something to do with me giving in. I always get weak in the knees when he does that. Ace and Blondie saunter beside me as Lucas starts to walk away with that ass of a man in tow. "Zay keep an eye on her will you, she's feeling feisty." I bite my lip with the husky tone Sparky is unknowingly putting off, then regret it. The pain of my busted lip coming to light, but I'm doing it again, simply by looking at him.