Little Cigars Little Muffins: Racetrack Higgins

Chapter Eight

I can do nothing but state into his blue eyes, but they aren't as clear as they usually are. Almost as if a fog is hovering over a lake. He is still mad and the worst part is; he has every right to be.
"I promise that I won't ever let it get to that point again. You can't ignore me for a week and then lie. You have no idea what it is like to sit here everyday alone, having people ask about you. Relentlessly" Race is saying harshly.
"I don't know what you've been though. However I promise I won't put you though it again if you give me a chance" I've never begged for anything before. Yet alone to begging for a boy I just met a little over a week ago.
Race is obviously conflicted. "I don't know" as he speaks I can feel my hope begin to shatter. "I just need time"
"You know where to find me, don't hesitate to" I say about to get up. However a hand pulls me back down to sit next to him.
"We can still talk about something else. I don't want to let you leave again, at least not right now" He speaks, lighting a cigar from his pocket. Race is the most confusing person I have ever met, and I have met me. One second he wants space the next be can't bare for me to leave.
"Sometimes you confuse me" I laugh.
"When haven't I confused you" he retorts. He intends for it to be a witty comeback but I can't help think about it. The night we met when he would drape his arm around my waist. That didn't confuse me, it almost felt natural. Like we would do it all the time. Unfortunately the thought of me never seeing him again is unbearable, seeing him laugh at his dumb joke hurts. Knowing that this night could be the last night. Without thinking I just put my hand in his and just squeeze it. To my surprise it is greeted with Race interlacing our fingers.
"You're amazing and I don't want to lose you" I say inching closer to him.
"Then maybe I underestimated you, you do know how I feel" Race flashes me his enormous, lopsided smile. His charm shining though the gaps in his teeth.
We continue to talk the night away when I notice we are inching closer and closer to each other. We are about to kiss and the only thing I can think of is: here. Our first kiss in a room that reeks of teenage boy. However his warm breath on my lips doesn't make me want to stop. My eyes flutter close waiting for closure when I hear the familiar sound of Races laugh.
"Maybe on our second date" my eyes flash open in time to see Race's smirk. He is so pleased with himself, it is nauseating. To be fair, I didn't even know he had the power to restrain himself. Impressive. "So you're just going to sit there? Not even a witty comeback? It has appeared I have won".
"I am just shocked at your self control" I half joke, half admit.
"I'm hurt" Race is now fake crying.
"To be fair gamblers don't have the best self control" I say, but quite satisfied with my comeback yet.
"Please, like petty thieves have anymore" Race is now leaning back in. Like I am going to fall for that again. To shut him down I simply kiss the tip of his nose. "See! No control, you're all over me" Races states, in a joking tone.
"You'll get the real thing if you take me out on date, that isn't in the lodging house" I'm laughing, but Races laugh is absent. "Did I say something?"
"You didn't like our first date" Race speaks plainly.
"You couldn't be farther from the truth. It is just that the only place we have been together has been here" I take a deep breath in, "I just want a change in scenery".
"I can't afford to take you on a date you deserve though" Race is now frowning. My heart is breaking and all I want right now is for his smile again. His dorky lopsided smile.
"Central Park is free to enter" I say, not so subtly giving him an idea.