Misconceptions [Shawn Michaels]

Chapter 59

Jealousy Has It's Perks [Part Two]

*Sisilia's POV*

It's been about ten whole long minutes of just pure and almost deadly silence.

Shawn looked like a deer caught in headlights and honestly, it was beginning to freak me out.

I can see that a he's burried deep into his thoughts, but I'm beginning to feel like I'll go insane if he doesn't open his chatty-as-hell mouth and say something.

Was it really all that shocking?

I mean, it was something that had just only came to me in the heat of the moment, but it's true.

I feel as if Shawn hadn't stepped into my life, I probably would've given Jeff a shot.

I'm not saying that it would've happened immediately, but in time to come seeing that Jeff was the only male close to me outside family and probably would've been the only male in my life since I was never looking for anyone.

Leave romance to me and I'll be single until the day I die.

But this is different and as crazy as it may sound, I feel like Shawn and I were meant to cross paths.

We haven't had a very welcoming beginning, seeing that we are polar opposites, but I think it was for the best.

I think.

"We should go," Shawn suddenly spoke slicing through my thoughts. "It's getting dark."

I had to blink a couple times.

Wait... what?

"That's it?" I asked in disbelief turning around and staring at his back as he walked to his car. "You're just leaving it like this?"

He shook his head as if being annoyed and opened the passenger side door. "You should get in before you catch a cold."

"You..." I trailed in a small voice as my brain brewed up a storm. My heart literally felt like someone had pierced a knife through it.

*Shawn's POV*

"YOU MOTHERFUCKIN' PIECE OF GOOD FOR NOTHING SHIT!"

And here we go again.

I sighed heavily as I shut the passenger door and watched as Sisilia's short figure stomped angrily up towards me.

If she was a cartoon character, she would be a tiny red devil with cute little horns holding a pitchfork, blowing steam out of her ears, eyes and nose and leaving a trail of deadly blazing fire behind her as she walked.

Ha. I'm so in trouble.

"You bastard!" She yelled shoving her palms violently against my chest making me stumble back. "How dare you?!"

"How dare I what?" I asked calmly regaining my balance and leaning on the car door.

"Don't you play stupid with me now Michaels because I will slap it right out of you," She grinds out through gritted teeth.

Michaels?

I can't remember the last time she called me that.