Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 13

Crossing Paths [Part 2]

*Sisilia's POV*

Damn. He really does have a big fuckin' ego does he? He really thinks he can wound me in. Well, I too can play at this game.

I etched my face closer to his to the point where the tip of our noses were touching. We were that close.

Just man the horid disgust you have in the pit of your stomach and you'll be alright.

I copied his playful smirk after mentally coaching myself. "Yeah?" I flicked my eyes to his lips purposely and bit my bottom lip. "I don't think so."

I returned my gaze back up to his eyes but they were now staring at my lips longingly which made an even brighter idea pop into my head.

I slowly slid my hands up his clothed arms which made a shock expression to briefly flash across his face but quickly vanish.

Glad to know he knew I wasn't that easy.

I tilted my head and parted my lips watching his every move. He followed suit as I felt his hands trailing up my thighs to around my lower back.

Before he could've get a grip around my waist to squash my plan, I quickly tightened my hold on his shoulders and shoved him into the pool.

He went in with a big splash as I stood up and began laughing my ass off. Everyone around started clapping for some unknown reason before resuming whatever they were doing.

I guess at every party needed a sucker to fall into the pool. Ha!

"That's strike two Osborne!" He splashed the water angrily. "Strike two!"

I held my chest in fake fright and pouted. "I'm so scared."

He swam and began hopping out of the pool. He stood in front of me dripping wet. His facial expression said it all. He was madly pissed the fuck off.

I smirked and put my hands behind my back. "I kept telling you to fuck off but you just failed to listen."

He clenched his jaw and roughly grabbed me by my elbow pulling me to his drenched body. I yelped at the sudden movement.

"I. Lay. Down. For. No. One," He snarled each word.

To be honest, I almost peed myself at his tone and expression. He was drop dead serious.

Fuck. Jeff was right.

But none of this was my fuckin' fault. If Michaels didn't keep testing me, none of this shit would've happened.

Shit. Shit. Fuck.

Did I just dig my own grave?

"Michael..." I breathe putting a hand on his soaked chest pushing him to create distance but failed miserably. His stare was so intense, I think it made me weak.

"Sisilia?!" Nate called as he entered the backyard. I snapped my head towards him.

I love you Nathan!

"Nate!" I cheered.

"Nate?" Michaels questioned to himself loosening his grip on my arm.

Do NOT fucking tell me...

"Motherfucker!" Michaels exclaimed fully letting go of me and walking towards Nate with opened arms.

Nate squinted his eyes at Michaels confused before coming to realisation. "Michael?"

What. The. Fuck.

"Bro! When the hell did you get here and why are you so soaked?!" Nate asked Michaels bewildered.

Michaels shrugged with a smile. "Ah, last night and blame these..." he pointed to his shoes.

Nate shook his head and pulled Michaels into a bro hug nonetheless. My heart skipped a beat.

Well isn't this fuckin' peachy.

I picked up my heels and mindlessly walked over to Nate holding onto his arm.

"Hey sis," Nate kissed my forehead. Michaels smile turned into smirked of amusement when he saw my dreadful expression.

"Can we go home now?" I asked almost pleadingly as I looked up to my brother.

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh yeah, that's what I came to talk to you about."

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him. "What is it?"

Nate nervously looked at Michaels then back to me. "I kinda went over board and well, I can't drive us back home."

"What?!" I yelled in disbelief. Nate sheepishly smiled.

"Maybe you can driv-"

"I can't Nate! I don't even trust myself to drive! The lights will fuck me up," I admitted frustratingly as I ran my hands through my hair carelessly messing up the perfect curls.

"Maybe I can hel-" Michaels pitched in but I quickly cut him off.

"No!" I glared at him. Nate looked in between us and cleared his throat.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Nate. "Where's Sherry and Jared?"

"Oh you don't wanna know," Nate scoffed but I stared at him until he cracked. "Passed out."

"Well isn't that just fan-fuckin-tastic," I sarcastically remarked.

"Well what I was going to say before pepper lips over here rudely interrupted me, was that I can have my driver carry you guys home. Safe ride guaranteed," Michaels once again butted in and explained.

I pursed my lips at the nickname he gave me. "But what about Sherry and Jared?"

"Would you mind dropping them off too?" Nate asked considering the offer.

Michaels nodded. "Sure, there's enough room for everyone."

Nate looked at me. "I'll go wake them." And with that, he left me once again with Michaels.

I sighed heavily and walked back inside. Michaels tailed me.

I headed to the kitchen, returning to the stool I was on previously and poured myself a shot of tequila.

Michaels took a seat next to me.

"You sure you wanna do that?" He asked curiously.

I shrugged. "Well I figured since I now have a guaranteed safe ride home, why the hell not." I raised my shot glass before downing it.

He eyed my movement. "Does that mean you trust me?"

I began laughing hysterically. "W-What?! Me trust you?! That's one hell of a fuckin' hilarious question there buddy!" I patted his damped jean leg.

"Hey!" Nate called as he entered the kitchen. Michaels and I now turned our attention to him.

I quickly stopped laughing when I realised there were no Sherry or Jared beside him. Nate noticed this and spoke.

"They're staying here for the night."

"But what about our car?" I asked suddenly remembering it.

"Oh, I parked it in the garage earlier, so it's safe," He informed.

"So shall we leave?" Michaels asked.

"Bro!" Nate exclaimed as he began laughing. I turned my gaze to Michaels and my eyes almost fell to the floor.

You have got to be shitting me!

"Why are you naked?!"

"The clothes were becoming cold on me and besides, I still have my boxers on," Michaels smirked while throwing his pants and shirt over his shoulder and adjusting his damp boxers.

Dear Lord, please help me.

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A/N- I didn't really like this chapter that much. Might edit this one in the future as well :/