Boxer boy

Chapter 5

"How the hell did you get here and how did you know about this?" He asked me raising his voice by the second. "I just walked right in and I guess I blended in with the crowd, plus I heard you and Jordan talking on the phone." I said sheepishly looking down. My hair covers the side of my face and ever so gently, I feel a hand brush by and push it behind my ear.

I look up and he is staring down at me with this look in his eyes, amusement, admiration? "You could've got really hurt cutie, what would of happened if I wasn't there, or my friends weren't?" He said whilst quickly putting on some clothing, damn it, I was like the view.

I fully look at him and realise he's bleeding harshly on the side of his head and has a deep cut to his eyebrow. "Jace, you're bleeding!" He looks at me with confusion. "Don't worry about it, it's nothing."

I looked at him like he's stupid, and I'm definitely not buying it. I looked to the left side of me and saw a first aid box and push him off me. I walk to it and open it up, there's plasters, big gauze pads, a roller badge, some scissors and some wipes. I command him to sit. "Sit." He looks at me like I'm five. "I'm not sitting, I'm fine." He drags out the fine. "Sit, now!" I command him with a voice of authority. He puts his hands up and slowly walks his way to the long bench, "okay, okayy miss moody pants." He said in a silly voice, I almost laughed...almost. I place the box down and check his cut on the side of his head. I place my hands either side of him and check how bad the bleeding is, my mum taught me the basics of first aid, so I kinda know what I was doing. He spreads his legs and places his hands on the back of my back and pulls me closer for more excess. I try to ignore him touching me and his intense stare, but it's so hard to concentrate.

I grab the wipes and go to wipe his cuts. "This may sting a little bit." I say. "Cutie, trust me I'll be fine, I mean seriously I'm th—Ahhh son of a bitch!" I cringe slightly but let out a little giggle. "Sorry." I wipe away the blood and see that it's just a little nip, I place a plaster on the side just for now. I then check out the cut on his eyebrow. "Hmm, this ones quite deep, you probably won't need stitches though." I say to myself more than him. I search through the box and find some Steri-Strips and place two to three on his eyebrow. "How are you so good at this?" he questions. "My mums a nurse, so she teaches me a few things now and then." I said proudly and he nods along.

"There." I grin proudly at my masterpiece. "Thanks Cutie, but, on a serious note, I don't want to see your face here, ever again." He said sternly. "Jace, you cant tell me what to do." I say confidently. "The hell I can, stay away from me and this shit, I don't like the thought of you here, you're distracting."I didn't know wether he meant that in a harsh way or not but, it still kinda hurt. "You got a ride?" He asked, shit, I don't even have a ride back home, how embarrassing. I look down and shake my head. "Come on." He says pulling me along. We walk side by side whilst he's holding my hand, it's warm and comforting. His hands are huge! They feel rough but at the same time soft and welcoming. We make our way to the back exit and he pushes the heavy mental door wide open with a creek, the draft snips at our skin. Neither of us say anything but he guides me towards his motorbike, oh for goodness sakes. I stop in my tracks and he turns to look at me. "You have got to be kidding me!" I yell. "What now, oh please don't tell me you're scared, this thing is my baby!" He said with a dazzling smile. I roll my eyes and step away from it. " Look Cutie, I'm you're only ride get on, or I'll put you on." "I won't go to fast... I promise." He says. "Pinkie promise." I ask sheepishly, whilst holding out my pinkie finger. He looks down at my hand then back to face like his contemplating something, he sighs and gives in. "Pinkie promise." He said whilst shaking on it. I grin at him and laugh. "I can't believe I got the MAN OF STEEL to pinkie promise with me." I laugh. "Yeah, yeah we're all impressed."

I stare at his motor bike and see him looking at me, he grabs my hand to pull me closer to it. I hesitate to get on but, I find the courage to put my leg over. I finally place my bum all the way down and relax, easy part done. He hands me a spare helmet and places it on my head with a bang. "Ouch!" I say. "Whoops, sorry." He laughs at me. He got on like it was a piece of cake and turned on the engine. It blasted out with a roar making me jump. "You need to sit closer Cutie or you'll fall." He sighs after I move an inch. He turns around and places his hands under my thighs pulling them to the back of him. I blush but it's too dark for him to see. He grabs my hands and locks them together at his front, on his abs. Oh gosh, I can feel them, and they feel, AMAZING. Stop it Sam. I try not to do anything but concentrate on my surroundings. I tell him we're I live and he nodded. He said he knew as he's dropped something off there before, strange how we have never come across each other.

He takes off and I clutch his waist even tighter. "Cutie, you're gonna suffocate me." I gently released him a little and he laughs. Seconds go by and I hate it, but as minutes go by...I'm loving it! It's so peaceful, the sky is beautiful and dark with a few stars twinkling. The trees are zooming by and my screams disappear into the night. This is the life.

We arrive at my house and the street his dead silent. It was like we were the only living, breathing souls. It was soothing and I actually felt at peace, including being with Jace. He turns off the engine and I let out a breath of air I didn't know I was holding in. I unlink my arms and drop them to my lap. I start to fiddle with my fingers, I normally do this when I'm uncomfortable or nervous. He clambers of his bike and gentle places his feet on the ground. I'm still placed on the bike, I'm swiftly sway my legs back and forward. I think we were both wondering who should speak first. "I'm sorry." We both say in say in sync. We both laugh together and our laughs drift off into the night. "Seriously cutie, I'm sorry that I shouted, I just don't want you to get hurt." I nod my head at him and smile shyly. "Come on, let's get you in." He says and holds out his hand for me to grab onto. I grab onto it willingly and go to step off, but miss my footing. I could feel myself slowly falling, it felt like everything was in slow motion. But, I didn't hit the ground, I hit a rock hard body instead. Why do I feel like I'm in an romantic film? If someone saw us right now and how close we were, if they would suss somethings up, but there's nothing! Why can't someone see me that way?

We glanced at each other and he smiled down at me and chuckled. "What are we gonna do with you cutie?" He pulled me back up onto my two feet, I sighed and laughed. "Gosh knows...well I better get in before mum or Jordan catches us." He nods and turns around. Wow, really and just like that. "See you later cutie." Maybe not. He gives me a wave, oh and don't forget that signature smirk. I quickly make my way in and look back one last time, he's already on his bike with his helmet placed securely in the crook of his arm. I don't know what, but the thought of him waiting for me to get inside safely without biking off made me...content I should say? I quickly shut the door before my heart flys out off my chest and lean against the cold surface of the door. I bring my hand up to my left side and place it down, my hearts beating like a boom box. I open my eyes and luckily the lights are all off meaning everyone's a sleep. I make my way to the stairs and go to place my foot on the first step. But... a light to the right side off me comes on and someone or should I say, my brother is sitting there with a silent, cold stare.

"What the fuck are you doing with him, this fucking late?" He said almost growling.  Oh shit...