Fighter {Completed}

Chapter Twenty-Four: Be Safe {Cole}

Chapter Twenty-Four: Be Safe {Cole}

One Week Later

"Holy shit," Xavier groans, looking around the table. "I thought we agreed no phones. Cole's being cool, why can't you guys?" he asks, reclining in his chair as he pouts. The younger college student and his other two friends mix in with us perfectly, having been decent friends of ours for a while, but too far away to hang out.

I look around the table, taking a swig of my drink. Instantly, my thoughts go to Ellie, how she looks when she's drinking her own Jack and Coke.

I wonder what she's up to. I know she's at a club with Taylor and Scarlet, but that's about it. Something within me aches to text her, just to make sure she's alright. I know that run in with Keenan had her sad and angry, and then dealing with my bullshit afterwards probably didn't help.

Then there's the almost-kiss...

Did she even want me to kiss her? Would she have kissed me back?

"Alright, fine, tell me about the girls who have you guys so fucking whipped even Cole is denying the girls giving him the 'fuck-me gaze.'" Gavin crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair as he listens. Sebastian grins, placing his phone down and then looking toward Gavin.

"What'd you say?" he asks, clearly having not listened, still smiling like a goon. It's clear he was talking to Taylor, but the guys just laugh, leaving him out of the loop. Gavin looks at me next, waiting. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well? Aren't you going to tell us what bitch finally tied you down?" he asks, laughing. I freeze as my blood boils. Asher chokes on his drink, and gives a warning look to Gavin, gesturing toward me before taking another swig. I pay them no mind, though, my thoughts running wild and angry.

Did he just call Ellie a bitch?

"Sebastian's sister," Asher begins before I can tell Gavin where to shove it. "Scarlet. We've been together for a little bit now." He nods, taking another drink. Gavin's eyes flash to me, and I hold back a snarl.

"What about her?" I ask.

"Ohh, so there is someone that's got you wrapped around their finger. What's her name?" I watch as Vance props himself up on his elbow, interested. When I stay silent, Gavin smiles, leaning forward and placing his arms on the table. "Is she hot? She is, isn't she? Is she a freak?"

"That's enough," I growl, chest burning with the thought of him seeing Ellie like that.

She's not hot or a freak.

Wait... shit...

She's hot... but also not... Hot isn't the word to describe her. When I search for the right words, they stay hidden deep, afraid to damage the façade I put on by describing her accurately. Finally, I gather the words, and take another drink.

Breath-taking.

Ellie is absolutely breath-taking.

And as for the freak thing, who the fuck knows? Not me for damn sure. I don't even have the balls to fucking kiss her, much less find out what she's like in bed.

The unwelcome thoughts enter my head before I have a chance to send them off, making me keep my eyes down and chug my drink. All I can imagine is her writhing beneath me, my lips and hands touching anywhere, everywhere I can reach. I can see my fist wrapping into her hair, her lips spread in ecstasy, and her fingers scraping down my back.

I finish the beverage, starting another and forcing the words down.

As I begin to take a drink, a familiar song begins bursting through the speakers, making me stop. The other guys continue talking, but I just listen, memories of the car-ride beginning to fill my mind.