Fighter {Completed}

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Girl I'm Falling Hopelessly In Love With {Cole}

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Girl I'm Falling Hopelessly In Love With {Cole}

"Ha, Ellie, guess who asked Sebastian for your number?" Scarlet asks. I feel my own head snap up. Who the fuck asked for her number?

I turn my eyes to Sebastian, who just gives me a half-smile, a strange look in his eyes.

"Who?" Ellie repeats my unspoken question.

"Matthew, the bartender at the Rave that always talks to you. He asked if you were seeing anyone." Ellie frowns, making a slightly creeped-out face.

"Don't worry, I told him he'd have to just talk to you next time he saw you," Sebastian comforts her, laughing. "I wouldn't give your number out without your permission." She relaxes slightly, bending at the waist to take her shot.

I'll have to remember to tell him to back the fuck off next time we go to the club.

I try to keep my eyes away from her, I really do, but it's so hard to do when I see her like that. Happy, carefree, hair messy and flowing down her back. Her green eyes alight with a playfulness as they meet mine.

Oh, shit. She's looking at me.

It must be my turn..

Fuck, she caught me staring.

I stand, moving toward the table. Goddammit, which am I? Solids or stripes? I hesitate, aiming for a solid. Ellie frowns as she catches my eye again, but cracks a smile suddenly. I realize why as I feel burning across my cheeks and ears.

Quit laughing at me, blondie. And quit making me fucking blush.

"You're stripes," she mouths, biting her lip to keep from smiling wider. I nod, taking some random shitty shot. I don't want to win, I just want to watch her play, see her smile. I look her over as she studies the table.

She wears a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, ones that I've never seen her wear before. They're definitely shorter than normal, too, and dear god, I don't know how I didn't notice her long legs before this moment. Fuck, all I can think of is her dressed in my shirt that I gave her. All I can think about is how she might look with a bedhead and a sleepy smile in nothing but that shirt, those same long legs leading up to my girl waiting in my bed.

Shit! Cole, chill out before you get a fucking hard on.

Think about something else.

Fighting, blood, sweat...

Suddenly, Ellie's bent over almost directly in front of me, aiming for her shot. I force my eyes to the ceiling and keep them there, despite the desperation in my bones. Sitting up, she glances at me before moving around the table.

I watch her shoot this time, seeing her eyes focused as she aims for another ball. Her eyes flicker to mine as she sits up slightly, looking at me from beneath her lashes. She gives a small, sweet smile as I stare her down, trying with all my might not to steal her away and lock us in another closet.

"Damn, Ellie. Run the table on him!" Sebastian cheers, sitting up slightly and interrupting my thoughts. I look at the table.

Ellie's only got a few of her balls left to shoot, while I still have every single one of mine.

She comes to where I'm standing, moving behind me slightly. Peering over my shoulder, I almost piss myself when she places a hand on my bicep. I try not to flex it on instinct. Instead, I remain frozen, stilled completely by her touch.

Rising to her tiptoes, her lips near my skin, the hair on the back of my neck standing.

"Take your shot, Cole."