Apologize

Flirtatious

"She pushed me, just like that," I huffed, taking a sip of my coffee. Ash decided that I was well enough to have a little coffee date, even though he already knew I would probably go even if I was still hurting. He chuckled and spun a coffee mixer in his drink.

"I guess she's never going to change," he sighed, staring off into space like he did in the principal's office earlier today. I nodded and put down my drink. Why does it have to be so hard to read his expressions?

"Talking about changing," he said suddenly, "I thought you said you'd never fall for me?" He smirked and leaned his cheek against his palm.

"I don't recall," I replied, raising my eyebrow. I never said that, did I?

"Hmm, must be because of your terrible memory," he teased. I felt his foot tap lightly on mine under the table.

"Oh, really? I had no clue." I returned his light tap. "Just like how I had no clue that you played footsies."  I heard the soft rain pitter-pattering again the café window, giving me a sense of comfort and making me feel welcome. To what, I'm not sure.

"Only with the prettiest," he said with a wink, wrapping his foot around mine. I snorted and looked away, butterflies invading my stomach.

"You're such a flirt," I complained. He laughed and took a sip of his own steaming drink.

"Maybe I am, but it's only because you blush so easily."

"I do not," I protested, kicking his foot.

"You are blushing right now!" He exclaimed. I quickly covered my cheeks with my hair to hide my blush. Ash smiled and leaned over the table, poking my nose innocently.

"Don't you dare say-"

"Boop!"

"I hate you," I muttered, not daring to look at his bright and cheery countenance. He tapped my foot lightly again, making me look up in response. "What do you want?" I groaned as I took another sip of my drink.

"Hey, did you fall from heaven? Because you're absolutely angelic." Did he seriously just say that? My face burned again before I remembered a hilarious reply that I'd seen somewhere on the internet.

"No, I dragged myself up from Hell." I put two curved fingers up to my mouth to resemble fangs and made a low growling sound.

"So that's why you are so red all the time!" I laughed at his feigned surprised tone.

I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring this moment of comfort. It's not everyday that I can feel comfortable talking about things so off topic from what we began with. Usually I'd be curling up on the floor by now, the introvert in me deciding that it's had enough with being social.

I opened my eyes again and took a long sip of my coffee. "Yup." I felt the warm mustache on my face made from my drink and quickly wiped it away.

"It's raining," Ash noted. Had he not noticed that earlier? It's been raining for the past ten minutes and he's seriously only just not realised it?

"No, really? I thought it was sunny out!" I exclaimed sarcastically. Ash snorted and flicked a piece of my hair out of my face.

"We should probably get going soon, I've got baseball practice at the batting cages in an hour," he said quietly, twirling the same strand of my hair around his finger. I nodded and pulled my backpack onto one shoulder. "I'll drop you off at your house," he added, grabbing his own backpack by it's strap.

"Okay, let's go then," I said, standing up. I have homework to finish anyways. I walked quickly towards the front door and was greeted by strong winds and heavy rain. Ash shuffled out of his black blazer and used it as an umbrella over me.

"No, don't," I protest, running quickly to his locked car. He rolled his eyes and covered himself with the blazer, walking calmly over to me. He unlocked and opened the passenger door for me, then walked around and entered through the driver's door. He started the car and turned on the windshield wipers.

"You don't have to decline help from everybody, you know," Ash teased, keeping his eyes on the road.

"It's not an easy task, breaking out of the stubborn personality I was born with," I reminded him. I shivered slightly when he turned on the heat, the sudden air hitting me with a cool breeze that slowly warmed up.

"I swear that you're the most stubborn girl I have ever dated," he pointed out. I smiled proudly. Being stubborn just means I'll be more independent as an adult.

"So is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I asked, suddenly a tad bit insecure, though I didn't allow my smile to falter. Being stubborn has also been an insult that I've gotten several times before in the past.

"It's better than those girls who constantly try to get their boyfriends to do everything for them." He shrugged. I bit the inside of my lip and nodded. No, Kayla, don't be so insecure! He said that it wasn't even necessarily a bad thing, I scolded myself. I turned and quietly watched the rain hit my window like a bucketful of small, soft pebbles.

After a short, awkwardly quiet drive, Ash reached my house. I unbuckled my seat belt, grabbed my backpack, and opened the car door. The rain hit my face, quickly erasing any warmth I had gathered from the car ride here. I sighed, closed the door, and started walking through the muddy grass.

"There's no need for you to catch cold," Ash said, holding his blazer over my head. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. My heart screamed at me to kiss him, but my brain panicked over what would happen if Dad saw. Constant humiliation for the rest of my life, of course.

"Screw it," I whispered to myself before grabbing Ash's shirt collar and pulling him down to my height, giving him a quick peck on the lips before sprinting inside. Damn it, brain, why do you have to make me act so awkward?

I peeked out of my door's window to see Ash standing in the same spot, a hand on his lips, his face burning a bright red. I smiled to myself as I turned around, walking to the stairs.

Who's the flustered one now?