Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 41

The Talk.

*Sisilia's POV*

"Where do you think you're going?" Jeff asked as I grabbed my jacket that was resting on the arm of the couch.

"Out for a while," I stated quickly. "Keep an eye on Rob for me, okay?"

"What?!" Jeff jumped off the couch now taking huge steps towards me. "Where are you going?" He repeated with his voice sounding more stern.

I sighed heavily as I threw on my jacket. "Do you really want to know?" I slowly asked stalling so I can make up a quick excuse. Jeff gave me a look stating clearly that he wasn't playing. "I've got some little girl issues to take care of and I only just remembered because Mrs. Carter mentioned her daughter's."

I honestly didn't know what the hell I meant by that. I mean, it can go any direction but hopefully it was enough to embarrass Jeff so he'll stop bothering me.

"Oh, umm...okay," Jeff's eyes darted around giving me the reaction I had hoped for. "Well, do you want me to go with you? I can driv-"

"Won't be necessary," I blurted cutting him off. "I remember seeing a place that's walking distance from here so it's fine," I smiled sheepishly.

He looked at me hesitantly before sighing and rubbing the side of his neck. "Okay then. Just be careful."

"Thanks Jeff," I relaxed before leaning up and planting a kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you in a bit."

He nodded and hugged me tightly before I went over to the door and pulled on my shoes.

I then opened the door and saw Michaels leaning on the wall where I left him and smoking.

"I didn't know you smoke," I stated closing the door behind me.

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me," He replied smugly breathing out a cloud of white air.

"Can I have one?" I asked blatantly which caused him to almost choke on his cigarette and lost his balance.

"You smoke?!" He asked as if it was the most unbelievable thing on earth.

"Mhm..." I nodded with tight lips.

"Well, I did not know that," He said with a slight cough stuck in his throat.

"Well, there's a lot you don't know about me," I repeated his statement with a smirk of my own.

He looked down at me with a wide smirk but then it changed into a full smile. "Touchè."

He then pulled out his pack and popped a cigarette bud up. I gracefully took it and let it hang loose on my bottom lip before he took out his lighter and lit it.

I pulled on the bud letting the smoke intoxicate my lungs and instantly I felt more relaxed and calmer.

"You just became a thousand times hotter in my book," Michaels commented as I now exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Please, I don't even want to be in your book," I retorted scrunching up my face playfully.

"Sure..." He rolled his eyes before coming beside me and offering his arm out for me to take. "Shall we?"

I quirked up a brow and smirk. "We shall," I said and began walking completely ignoring his arm.

*
"Your hot chocolate malady," Michaels said in a very poor accent as he placed a mug in front of me.

I smiled as he now sat across from me in the small diner. "Thank you kind sir," I said in an equally poor accent which made him chuckle.

"So..." Michaels trailed taking a sip of his hot beverage. "Where do I begin with this talk?"