Handcuffed Rivals

20

"Can you hurry up? I'm hungry!" I yelled at his back turned away from me shielding all the products away so I 'didn't see much.'

His words, not mine, although I saw better but didn't want to have another fight.

His teammates shouted an 'ooooouu' when we entered linked to each other, again, and some of them made innapropropriate jokes about us having sex with those things. I was mad at the whole team okay, the whole freaking group for ever thinking such stuff.

I would never have sex with him and I knew better ways of doing it, evidently. Guys are such idiots!

But mostly, I was mad at King for taking so long "Don't rush me and you should take a shower too you know? I don't want people around me thinking I stink just because of you." It was his way of saying 'please go I cannot breathe!'.

I sized him up and down, soap still going past his back "Well I was gonna, until you decided to take the whole space to yourself."

"What did we talk about just seconds ago?" he scolded me like a mother. I'll give him one, ass.

"I'm hungry and cranky okay? I have the right to be mad." it was reasonable after Madams Char Chars outrage and I finally had a peacefull enviroment.

Except stinky boys and their porn references. I was fifty percent sure I heard one of the guys mention my boobs as an eqvivalent to a tennis ball but I wasn't exactly sure which one so I didn't hit him. Still, I'll presumably hit him on the way out or pat his back because lets face it a tennis ball is huge and all I had is vacancy.

"Well if you ate at my house..." he rinsed his body the second time going silent by the end and then chuckling to himself "You're such a bitch!"

"Hey!" I slapped him on the back of the head and pushed myself further to the source of water "Give me some space, jeeez!"

He murmured to himself standing all tall and mighty while I grabbed the shampoo from his hand and made use of it "Sure, go ahead, don't mind me, SHOWERING!" Emphasizing the last word.

"Oh, did you need it? Shame." I sticked out my tongue childlishly, whispering our cheer song under my breath and giving him some of my famous shower moves.

He covered his eyes laughing "Thank God they tell you what to do out there. What in the name of all that's pure, is that?"

I rubbed the soap on my body and slowed down my movements "Ha ha. How would you know player?" I spat the last word like it was an insult but really, I was out of ideas. Being this much with him had its downfalls. Like, all of them. I couldn't name one good thing out of this.

"Pshh, this is my jam!" his legs did on his own, circling around and his hands doing vertical shapes having no coordination at all.

This time I laughed and it was louder "Oh myyyy, that is something!" it was an obvious sarcasm but he didn't think so. He actually thought he was good and that made it all the better.

"I could teach you." I blinked expecting him to burst in laughter at how idiotic that sounds but once he remains serious, I widen my eyes "You serious?"

"If you won't steal it." he didn't seem like he got what I was trying to say to him "You're awful!"

"What? Speak for yourself Bony, I'll let you know that I was told multiple times about my amazing tehniques!" it became too much for me to hold an eye contact and keep my politiness so I occupied myself with the soap in my hands stealing glances at his stiff posture.

"Mhmm, and from whom would that be? Your granny or some blonde chick wanting to get in your pants?"

"Both!" it was pure defence coming out of his mouth with a hint of pride that I couldn't help but cringe and ignore him some more. Sometimes I wondered did I really know him or was I just in delusion of knowing him because this picture of a bad boy, taugh guy womanizer just wasn't pulling it off anymore.