No Fears

Chapter 7-Steph

WE WERE IN A TIE. We each had one more ball to score and then the black one. It was his turn, he aimed and two seconds later the ball was inside the hole.

"Dammit." I said.

"Maybe next time, baby." He said cockily.

"You haven't won yet." I reminded him.

"Just focus on the yet." He said as he aimed again. He now had to get the black ball- which was on the exact opposite side of his hole- into the same hole he had scored his last ball. Ha, good luck with that.

"It's all about the angles, watch and learn Steph, watch and learn." He said as he hit the white ball, then this one hit the black one and by an act of pure divine intervention, the ball bounced in the edge of the table and into the appropriate hole. "Told ya." He said.

"There's no way. NO WAY that that just happened." I said in denial.

"Except it kind of did." He said grinning.

"I hate you." I told him.

"No, you don't." He stated.

"Em, yeah I do, you don't get to tell me how I feel." I said defensively.

"I think that what you hate, is losing." He said.

I didn't say anything. He was right.

"Why do you hate losing this much?" He asked. But not as a reprehension, if not, like a real question.

"I'm not sure. I can't control my rage, maybe is not that I hate to lose, but that I love to win very much." I answered.

"Practically the same thing."

"Nop, they're two completely different things." I said.

"Sure." He said sarcastically. "Anyway, about that date I just won, tomorrow?" He asked.

Yes, we had bet a date. If I won I would be able to say either yes or no to it, but if I lost- which just happened- I would have to agree to come. Damn Scott Harrison, he knew that I loved the competition. Who knew what he might be able to get me to agree to if we kept doing this.

Although, I would never agree to anything unless some part of me wished it. And the kiss? I had lounged it. This date? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, after all. I had to stop being so scared of everything. And it wasn't like I was agreeing to marry him, it was just a date. So, the first part of my plan to not being a coward was Scott, now, finally facing my father would take a little bit more time.

"Yeah, tomorrow's fine." I answered.

"Can I pick you up, you know, now that this one is officially a date?" He said marking the word officially.

"Yes you can, but don't get out of the car though, just text me when you're there." I warned him.

"What, you embarrassed of me?" He teased, using the same words I had.

"No, it's just that I don't know how my father would react if he knows a guy is picking me up." I admitted.

"What is him? Some kind of prude?" He asked.

I laughed. "No, I just don't know how he will react to anything new most of the time, and I don't want to take any chances." I confessed.

He nodded. "Yeah, okay, I get it." He said.

"And FYI, this still isn't a date." I reminded him.

"Fine, whatever makes you sleep at night." He said repeating the words he had said to me this weekend.