A/N: Okay... The chroniology is kinda weird. I was going to continue more, but I wanted to leave you hanging. [:
I wanted to write the first part 'cause I was inspired by the Pacquiao Vs. Clottey match that was tonight (Well, since it's 12:11 in So. Cal it would be last night, huh?) Anyways. The inspiration hit.
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~Ariel
"Woooo! Go Nathan!" I cheered enthusiastically. I screamed in joy as he upper-cutted his opponent in the jaw with a gloved hand. He continued his combo with a few jabs to his opponent's stomach. The cheers from the crowd escaladed along with my own. Boxing was amazing. Every punch quick and precise, giving as much damage as the power that was put into the throw. With one last punch to the abdomen, his opponent fell. "K.O!!!!" I jumped up and down excitedly. Those were the most intense ten rounds ever! And if I thought things were intense watching this on TV, in person the intensity is so much thicker.
I ran back to the locker room where Nathan's trainers were tending to his injuries. I ran to him, smiling as I tackled him to the floor.
"Oh, my God! You did so amazing! I knew you could do it!" I squealed. I heard a laugh and a slight groan of pain from Nathan. I realized I must've been hurting him and quickly stood, trying to ignore the sweat that covered the skin exposed by my tank top. I smiled at him and he quickly returned it. "Thanks for inviting me to come see your match."
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That night I showed up at his house, I expected him to probe me with questions. To my surprise, he only checked for injuries. After he was done I quirked my brow to him and cocked my head.
"You're not going to ask me what happened?" My voice riddled with skepticism. He looked at me and smiled with those beautiful green eyes of his.
"You seem okay physically. You're not crying hysterically. So if something's bothering you, you know you can tell me. I'm not gonna bug about it." A shocked expression covered my face and he laughed at it. He gently drew me into a hug and kissed my cheek. "I'm here if you need me, Delilah."
The remainder of the night we stayed on his bed, Kia cuddling with us, drifting in and out of sleep. The next morning I realized I needed more clothes. And needing more clothes means I need to go back home. And going back home means I might have to deal with Charles. My body shook at the thought of another confrontation. I was so incredibly happy it was summer, or else I would have to stay home with that monster every night.
I stayed in bed debating whether or not to go home. I don't think I want to go alone especially since Charles hasn't seen me in a few days. This was a tough choice. Hygiene or Charles. As much as I hated to be around him, I chose hygiene. My cleanliness got the better of me. I sighed in recognition of my decision and turned to the sleeping Nathan laying next to me. I placed my hand on his bare shoulder and tingles shot up through my arm and I quickly drew it back. I didn't really think all those sparky feelings when you touch someone you like were really true. But who knows? Maybe it was uh.... Static. Yeah! Static. I was trying to convince myself, but that didn't work.
"Nathan..." I gently shook his shoulder, the sparks once again coursing through my body. There was no movement. I sighed, content with letting him rest a little longer. My eyes wandered his body. Wow, he must work out. I mean come on. No one gets this kind of muscle definition unless they work out DAILY. I snapped out of my daydreams and shook him again. Remember your priority right now is clothes, Delilah! I giggled when Nathan let out a stifled groan. "Nathan..." My voice stayed soft. "I need to go home to get clothes. Will you pretty please go with me?" His eyes snapped open when I said home. I guess he made the connection. Home = Seeing Charles.
"Do you really need clothes? I'd rather just buy you some new stuff than let you go back there." I smiled at his concern and laughed.
"Hehe, I think I'd rather have the clothes I've already broken in. I don't like how brand new clothes feel against my skin." I stuck out my tongue and shivered my body for emphasis. I smiled goofily hoping to get that stern look off of his face. I smiled even wider as I saw the corners of his lips turn up slightly. "Ha! I win! You're going with me!" I jumped off the bed triumphantly grabbing my keys as I reached the door. "Come on slow poke! We have to go before the beast wakes up!" I heard him grumble as he struggled to pull on a T-Shirt and shoes. Awww. I would've rather seen him shirtless all day. I pouted in my mind face.
Minutes later we pulled up to my house. Nathan stared at it in awe. Well, now that I think about it, it was a really nice house. When we had first moved in, the house was plain, but still incredibly nice. Two story looking in the front, three story in the back. Complete with a huge front and back yard, pool and bubbling spa. Even though he was an incredible prick at home, Charles was an extremely successful and renown contractor, so money for our family was never a problem. While trying to stay away from Charles, I did a lot of work to improve the aesthetics of the house. I smiled at my work. Snap out of it! Clothes! No thinking time!
The plan was for me to sneak into my room by the ivy next to my bedroom balcony and have Nathan stand watch. He would book it if Charles spotted him, come to my rescue if I screamed. It was fool proof! Well at least I thought it was until I was halfway done packing a week's worth of clothes. The light in my walk in closest turned off, the door slammed. Fear spread throughout my body.
"Nice to see you again, hun." As much as I wanted to... I couldn't scream.
A/N: So who do you think it is? I think it's pretty obvious, but oh, well. Hehe.
