The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 19• Official Invitation

Chapter 19• Official Invitation

"I haven't, mum, please tell me." I pleaded.

Mum sighed. "You know, it really surprises me that you have no clue." I felt like mum was avoiding the topic a little. Or maybe I was just eager to hear what she has to say.

"Mum, I get it, I'm dumb, but please explain." I almost begged. I'm not sure she will be 100% right, but then again, my mother is always right.

"Okay, okay. So, my guess is..." She paused, straightened up a little and looked me in the eye. "He likes you." Mum stated blankly.

I looked at my mum, my face blank. It took me a while to register what she said, proving my idea that I am dumb.

"Excuse me?" I managed to ask, my voice raised an octave.

My mother sighed, for what must've been the dozenth time. "He likes you, as in he has feelings for you." Mum waved her hand around, talking like it was some gossip at high school. "If you would like me to explain further on what that means I can." Mum asked a bit too seriously.

"No- I- I know what that means. But I think you heard me wrong. He flatly told me he doesn't want to hang around me any more."

"I know that. I think he is scared of getting close, or just scared of his own feelings." Mum said shrugging her shoulders, but I could tell she was sure of herself.

It was my turn to sigh. I sighed deeply, looking at a picture on the wall sorting through my thoughts. "Mum, I don't think I can believe that. I know your smart like that and all, but it doesn't... I don't know... Make sense? And what are my reactions to this? I haven't done anything to lead him on, or to push him away in this case. I just don't know..." I breathed out. For some reason, I felt like crying, again. For the 3rd time today I would've cried, that's more than the amount of times I cry in a year.

She smiled at me, a lopsided grin with a single dimple on the left side, just like me. "Time will figure itself out. If he doesn't come to his senses, then you shouldn't worry about him too much. Because it seems like you care a lot about him, don't you?" My mother wiggled her eyebrows, while nudging me lightly with her elbow.

"W-why would y-you think-k that?" I stuttered, and not to mention turned the colour of something as bright as a fire truck. At the same time my stomach had a very harsh pain shoot through it. I almost winced but held it in, seeing the situation we were in...

Mum threw her head back and chuckled, when she looked at me again she had tears in her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry I thought such a thing, even though those cute cheeks of yours are telling me different...!" She started laughing again. I glared at her.

Ignoring my glare, my mum gasped. "Wait, you haven't kissed him or anything? Have you?!" She asked.

I turned even brighter red, if that was possible. Why am I blushing?! I haven't even kissed him! Well, there was that time at boxing when I thought he was going to kiss me, and that position we where in... oh god I need to stop.

"No, mum! I assure you We haven't! Now would you stop embarrassing me! Please!" Gosh I'm getting so worked up over a kiss, imagine how this would go if we were talking about more than kissing...

Just stop, Ella!

"Okay okay, sheesh, now, I order you to call Bridget! And tell her everything!" Mum stood up and put her hands on her hips.

Most of the time, mums are supposed to tell you to get off the phone, right?

"Yes, ma'am!" I obliged happily, seeing as the thought was going through my head already. I saluted her in a 2 finger salute, and she was about to close the door behind herself but she stopped in the doorway.