All Lights On Us

C2: Dive in

He parks at a popular pizzeria. This is where the jocks typically go to hang out and torture people. 

"I don't really want to go in there," I say once the bike is turned off.

"Nonsense." He helps me off the bike before hopping off. 

He takes the helmet from me and ruffles the hair that is flattened at the top of my head. I smack his hand away and start fussing over it myself. 

"Do you know how shitty this place is for someone like me? I walk in there and leave with pizza shoved down my pants instead of in my belly."

His jaw hardens. "I wouldn't let that happen."

"Ha!" I mock laugh at him but follow behind. 

Just as I thought, everyone is there. Brandon included, this time with a bandage over his nose. He looks up from glaring at the table and sees me. His eyes burn and growls, "You!"

It's satisfying to see him in a bad mood and sulking, but it's even better to see his bandage. To know that I did that to him. 

"Come at me bro!" I open my arms to invite him. 

Brandon stands and rounds the table. "I have to sit out tomorrows game because of you!"

"Oh we'll beat Springfield for sure then!" I step toward him, cheeks heated.

"You little-" Brandon reaches for my arm and Bishop takes one step in front of me and shoves him back. 

"Don't touch her." Bishop speaks solidly, but quietly. 

Brandon gaps at his captain. "You? And her? Dude, you can do better than-"

A crack sounds throughout the pizzeria, causing the conversations to halt and eyes to be brought to Brandon on the floor clutching his eye.

"Oh come on!" He groans.

"Watch your fucking mouth when you're talking about my girl Brandon. I won't be so nice next time." Bishop steps over him and motions for me to follow.

I follow, but I can't take my eyes off of the groaning Brandon. Twice in one day, brutal. 

We sit in a booth and I stare at my hands, trying to come to terms with the events of the last 12 hours. Bishop Cade claims I'm "his girl" and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I would have been happy with a few minutes of his attention, maybe a good time. But he seems to be more involved than that. 

"Earth to Klara. Where does that mind of yours go?"

I look up at his dark eyes. Hair, so dark it's almost black, is brushed back over his head from his hands running through it. His jaw is strong, everything about him just makes me want him.

"Are we just going to stare at each other?" Bishop hits his knuckle on the table to snap my out of my trance.

"What is this? How could you call me your girl and want to be around me after just meeting me?" 

His head tilts to the side. "Honestly, I have no idea how I missed you until now. It's like you were hiding from me. If I had seen you before, you'd have been mine then."

"Isn't it a bit soon to claim that though?" I ask, confused. 

He takes a second to think. "It's not like I'm calling you my girlfriend. What I do know, is that I'm not going to beat around the bush about my intentions. Blurred lines leave room for misunderstandings. I need you to understand that you, from your head to your toes, are mine. Therefor, there will be no other men for you. Tell me you understand that."