In due time (Completed)

Chapter 6- Friends?

Tyler

So, it looks like what I assumed turned out to be true. Here she was again. I couldn't quite decide how I should feel about that. One part of me was thrilled at the fact that I'm going to be seeing a lot more of her but the other part was afraid of growing too attached.

I watched from the corner of my eye as she gathered her things up once we were all done for the day. I wasn't as enthusiastic as one might be on their first day at any job, but once I saw her again I was already looking forward to tomorrow.

I probably sounded like a complete ass in the parking lot but I can't really be blamed for that because somewhere in my youth, I lost the filter between my brain and my mouth. I can't help myself.

Her cold shoulder only seemed to draw me in more. That was bad. So, so bad. She seemed so... innocent, whereas I on the other hand...

Damn! Rubbing the tense spot behind my neck, I knew I needed some rest and relaxation. Maybe a hot shower. Specs was the first to leave. Yes, I'm sticking with that.

She let out a single goodbye to everyone and headed straight out the door, down the lobby. Her voice radiated through the room or it just might've been the fact that I was fatigued and everything usually tends to get louder. It wasn't soft or squeaky or girly. It was mature and a little on the rough side. That was so sexy.

Okay, dude. Maybe a cold shower would be best for you and all parts of you.

My brain was definitely telling me no but my legs and the rest of my body just didn't seem to co-operate as I found myself starting after her.

I caught up to her in the parking lot when she was almost to her car. Which one was it? I found my thoughts drifting. Anyone who knew me would swear that I had ADHD or something...anyway.

"Hey, Specs," I called out to her.

I watched as she paused for a beat but then spun around reluctantly without the slightest hint of entertaining my shit any longer.

I had no idea why but I found myself lost for words and frozen in my spot. She raised an eyebrow as if urging me to explain my presence but I just gawked. What the hell is wrong with me? Say something! Now!

"Wow, you look even hotter when you're royally pissed off."

Nice going you moron. Did you're mother drop you on your head when you were born, Mr no filter mouth?

"Tyler, it's late and I'm tired and I really don't feel like beating anyone up with a shoe so what the hell do you want?" She asked annoyed and impatiently.

"You!" Damnit! I really got to stop doing that.

She turned around and was ready to walk away but I grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.

"Woah, woah, woah!"

"Get. Your hands. Off me." She demanded and I did, immediately, raising my own in surrender.

"I'm sorry,"... silence..."for being a total dick to you, it's just..."

I paused. What do I even say to her. Hold up, why am I even here. I should just turn around and walk away right now and save myself the trouble. I've never managed to have a proper conversation with someone of the opposite gender without it turning intimate one way or another. It's just how it's been for me these past few years or so but I had a feeling that if that happened in these circumstances, she'd probably cut off my manhood with the pocket knife that she keeps handy in her purse for times like this. I'm serious! I had to come up with something though.

"I'm really sorry," was all I settled for.

She had a peculiar look on her face as if trying to decipher whether my apology was legit. Well, for the first time in a long time it actually was.

"Okay," she replied.

"Okay! That's it?" I was surprised by her one word answer.

"Well, deal with it because that's all you're getting. If I forgive you, which I most likely will not because you're so you know...you, it'll mean that I've accepted the fact that by some evil voodoo you've already managed to infiltrate my life. So, okay is all you're getting, okay!"

The hell! I was still buzzing from her outrageously long and grammatically confusing speech so I just nodded like I was listening to rap music.

"Good," she smiled ever so smugly and was about to walk away but my mouth acted up again.

"Maybe we could start over and try being friends or something. I mean, it only makes sense since we work together now so you're going to have to get used to it and it might help on the forgiveness part," I tried my best to reason with a chic that seemed way to feisty for her own good.

"Firstly, this hospital is really big so I could avoid you my entire life and second, why would I even consider it?" Damn her and always having a question for my question.

"Because I make excellent friend material. Well, at least that's what my friends say," I channelled my inner ego.

"Hmm, it's either you've paid them millions to be around you or they're just really good liars and are scared to break your fragile little heart."

She had no idea how right she was about the last part. Not about the lying, obviously, but the other part. I racked my fingers through my hair as the frustration built. I was getting nowhere with her.

"Fine, let me make it up to you for being so, how did you put it, me?"

"Oh, no, no, no. I've heard that one before, so nope. No thank you," her facial expressions when she tried to argued or stand her ground or be sarcastic was so cute to watch.

Stop it!

"I didn't mean it like that," I laughed, understanding what she must've thought I meant although, I did wish that I meant it in that way, "maybe coffee? Tea? Vodka? Whatever you want to have."

"I don't drink tea," instead of answering my question, she diverted. She did that a lot.

"Fine. Coffee then," I stated, waiting for her reply.

"I fail to see how this is making anything up to me," diverting again. Not the answer I was hoping for.

"It'll prove that I'm great company and a perfect gentleman and hopefully earn me a point or two in you're good books," I smirked at her but all I got was a mocking laugh, "so?" I asked after she didn't give me a proper reply.

"I'll think about it," she probably just said that to get me off her back but I'll take it. I smiled at her but it didn't seem to have it's usually charming effects.

"Anything else? Should I get us a couple of camping chairs? Maybe some food?" Wow, patience was definitely not her strong suit and she's a doctor but then again, maybe I'm just not her strong suit.

"A kiss would be nice," am I ever going to learn? Maybe I will, the day I get a vital organ carved out of my body with a sharpened plastic fork by someone I've royally pissed off...most likely her.

"Keep dreaming, sweetheart," with that she turned and walked towards her car, a gorgeous BMW I8, and drove away without a single glance back.

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