Summer Before Her (Completed)

27- Playdate Wrestling

Kirsten's POV

"Hey Hey, Don't fall asleep here, let me get you inside" I called out to a very drowsy Novak.

"I am awake and alert" he responded, furiously blinking his eyes.

We were parked outside a condo located in the part of town where all the young and spoilt kid lived.

"Don't judge me, I am neither rich nor spoilt" he mumbled as he watched me peer at the buildings around me.

"Ki, can we sit here a few more minutes?" he asked.

"Sure, Everything okay?" I question, concerned.

"Yes, just for a little bit" he responded.
With that he closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the seat, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"You are watching me" he spoke, his eyes staying shut.

"Oh, am I?" I challenged.

"Yes, and it's creepy" he responded, a wide grin breaking out on his face.

"Oh shut up"I, said, thwacking his arm lightly. He caught it and mock yelled

" This is Seargent Novak, the target has been captured, Air support needed, I repeat, send air support" as he gingerly held onto my hand.

In response, I giggled. Who giggles? What am I, 14? That sound did not come out of me. I refuse to accept it.

"That sound did," he said.

"What?" Did I say that out loud? I did not.

"Yes, you did say that out loud" he responded, his voice accompanied by a loud crackle of thunder.

The skies had suddenly darkened and the weather had become stormy, wasn't it just sunny?
Let'sts get out of here before it starts pouring" he announced, unlocking the door and stepping out I followed suit.

After a few sets of stairs, we arrived at this door which surprisingly opened into a one-bedroom apartment.

It was a sparsely decorated room, with only the bare necessities, stocked around, he might be a minimalist, I concluded.

The space was very personal and uninviting so I decided to take my leave "Hey, I should get going.."

"Repulsed by a poor man's abode?" he asked sitting on his the sheet that served as his bed.

"No, no, I just don't want to intrude, I like the minimalism" I nervously responded, compensating for my families wealth.

"its called survival-ism, it's a lifestyle in which you got to survive on the minimum amount you can" he mocked, tapping the space next to him, inviting me in.

I stood at the door nervously shuffling my feet as he looked on invitingly for a few moments, before I sat by him, our thighs touching, the floor cold beneath us.

"Why did you move?" I blurted out.

"Uh... Stuff with my dad" he responded looking away.

I fiddled with the belt of my watch as we sat there in nervous silence, cold nervous silence and then my eyes fell on the dial of the watch, it read six one pm, I hope Mother doesn't kill me for not calling her.

I fetched my phone out of my pocket to find a message notification plastered across my screen reading :
I would like to meet the lad keeping my child busy.

Novak, who was still seated beside me laughed and said: "Am I the lad, Child?"

My face turned the colour of beet as I furiously tried to hide my burning face behind my hair.