The Nerd's Bad Boy Boxing Partner

Chapter 10

Ch. 10

MACKENZIE

"I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED I-IT HOPE MY BOY FRIEND DON'T MIND IT!" Shane and I both scream/sang at the top of our lungs. We were now sitting bored out of our minds in the county jail. The police officer looked like he wanted to strangle us, which just make me and Shane snicker and sing louder. Confused? Ok let's go back about ten hours.

-Ten hours earlier-

"Oh my gosh Shane! You're supposed to put in gas! And what the fuck! You couldn't take the, oh I don't know, FUCKING HIGHWAY?!" I growled as I pushed the heavy not to mention filthy car because our brightest Shane forgot to put gas and now we were stranded in the middle of no fucking where on the side of the rode pushing the damn car, because he got us lost at the wrong exit.

"Well, it's not my fault!" He said while grunting. I stopped and stared at him.
"How is this NOT your fault, Shane?" I asked. Shaking my head I continued to push. I sighed after grumbling and stopped turning to see a gas station in the distance.

"Oh shit! Shane!" I slapped Shane's head to get his attention.

"Ouch! Damn it Mimi that hurt! What do you want?" He groaned while rubbing his poor injured head. [Note the sarcasm]

"There's a gas station! Put your back into it." I said pushing him back to his place. Once again we pushed except we seemed to have been moving faster desperate to get there sooner.

I winced as the cut on my stomach stretched and ripped open. again. Wonderful.

"Mack, careful. Don't stress your stomach." I chuckled humorlessly, shaking my head as I ignored the pain or the feel of my blood dripping down. "Too late." I hissed as i continued to push. I looked around to see the lights of the gas station above us.
"Damn it Mackenzie stop." Shane growled beside me. I laughed and continued to push the car until finally we reached it. Now all we had to do was angle it so the gas thingy was next to the tank.

"I don't know how to steer, so go and angle it." I said. Shane shook his head stubbornly and looked at me.

"No you are not pushing anymore. You're bleeding again!" He said. I smiled then slapped him again.
"Stop it, go." I said. Groaning, rubbing his head again and I rolled my eyes.
"Pussy." I muttered. Shane gave me a dry look.
"Ok yeah no sympathy." I laughed as he shook his head got into the seat. It took us about twenty minutes between the arguing, the pushing, the trash talk and managing not hitting the tank we finally managed to arrange it and line it up perfectly. Panting I leaned against the door.

"That wasn't so bad." Shane teased. I glared at him then flipped him off.

"Ok, let's go clean you up." He said pointing to my stomach. The wound was full of black motor grease. At one point I was sweating so much I took of my shirt and I was in my white sports bra. I looked down and winced. Shane was right it didn't look too good. He offered me his hand which I took and he helped me up.

"Thanks." I said and he nodded.
"Alright come on." He threw his arm over my shoulders and I leaned against him. Together we staggered into the dim lighted, sketchy looking gas station. There was a Hindu looking man standing there.

"Twenty in one." Shane said. The man nodded quickly and typed. Shane ushered me to the bathroom where he sat me down on the sink and locked the door. He pulled out pieces of paper and soaked it in the frigid water.

"Jesus Mack, you didn't have to take him on by yourself." Shane said dabbing at my cut. I smiled looking at his beautiful green eyes as he concentrated. His face was brutally marred by bruises and a broken lip, thankfully the swelling had gone down and now he just had bruises. Even with bruises he was still beautiful. Damn what was wrong with me?