A Smile

14. Stevie Smith

14. Stevie Smith

"The red ones or the blues one?" I ask Blake while holding the two pairs of jeans next to my legs. We was in a shop... I couldn't quite remember the name for it, while looking in the full length mirror.

Blake groans softly. He was sitting down in one of the chairs with the several bags by his legs, he closes his eyes for a breath second before looking up at he "erm- I don't know the Red ones?" he guesses looking utter and completely bored out of his mind, guess he didn't believe me when I said I wanted to I shopping

and boy did I deliver- but the thing was, i was going to pay him back. I couldn't just let him pay for all this, it must cost a fortune... And the rest

But hey; a girls gotta shop!

Moving the red ones in front og my legs fully, I frown "I dunno, I like the blue ones..." I mutter

"then the blues one!" he huffs throwing his arms in the air

"okay Mr. Snappy!" I tease "I have the blue ones" I chuckle at how I'm actually getting along with this boy and how nervous I am at the same time; he was Blake Samules!

"Can we train later?" he asked suddenly making my gaze shift to him for a moment.

My eyes search his for a second everything else forgotten in my mind for that brief second "If you want, you still have a few rules to learn" I cock my head to the side in the mirror "and I'm doing a fight tomorrow, with Stevie Smith" I grimace at her name; honestly she was a bugger to beat last time...

"Ouch, I remember that fight" he flinches back as if he was the one to have to nearly go into hospital because of my broken bones

"Yeah, I give you free ticket if you want to see it" I offer while making my way towards the check out desk.

Blake follows after picking up the several bags "okay, sure. Do I get to hang in your dressing room before hand?" he asked cockily

I shake my head with a small smirk "I don't like you that much... And neither does Marcus for that matter, especially now that I've slept at your house. And he thinks your scared of the threat"

He rubs the back of his neck while looking at me sheepishly "he did shit me up slightly," he admits "but dam! Your bro's scary!"

I chuckle and shake my head as I join the back of the que "well he is a professional fighter, better than me" I inform him casually, but I didn't miss the way his eyes bulged out of his eye socets

"H-he's a p-professional?" he stutters over his words

I nod, making sure to leave my face blank. The reason we started to learn how to fight was because of dad, not that I'll ever use it on him, but as I said before I'm in too deep to run away now

"wow..." I hear him breath

Blake pays for my clothing and we walk out the shop together "We should head back, we'll go straight to the Gym and train"

Blake sighed in relief "sure"

I smirked because I knew, even though he offered to go shopping, he was happy to stop "don't sound too disappointed" I joked.

"Hey!" he defended holding his hands up in surrender "It's not my fault you can shop!"

I chuckled, knowing that I hated shopping most of the time, I only said yes because Blake was the one who asked me "sureeeee" I lied. I don't think I would of gone if it was Jo or Penny who asked

He frowned "I mean- I have like five bags here!" he shook the bags with a chuckle

I smiled and slung my arm around his shoulders "you love me really" I chuckled