Duck Drama

Chapter 19- Zehra

I raise my eyebrow, but then shake Liam's hand. 

He seems full of himself. Wearing a sleeveless shirt might be clue one. Saying he's going to put me through hell- he seems very sure of himself. Smirk, oooohhh that smirk. He's a flirt. I can tell already. 

I just have to be boring so he doesn't take interest in me. I don't want a jerk as a boyfriend. 

"Alright,sweetheart, we're gonna start with-" I cut Liam off.

"Yeah.... don't call me sweetheart."

Liam grins. "Alright, sorry Rookie-" I scoff "- We're going to start with the punching bag."

"Well, aren't you Cheeky?" I say, making Liam smirk at his new nickname.

I look at Dewey and point my thumb to him, giving him a face like, "Can you believe this guy?" Dewey smiles, but he's stopped eating his pudding, and he's watching me and Cheeky. 

"Who's that?" Cheeky asks, fixing the punching bag.

I look back at him, and watch him add more weights around the room. 

"That's Dewey. He's my moral support-" I cut myself off. I sounded so weak to him just now. Hopefully he didn't no-

"Moral support? Seriously? Wow..." Cheeky laughs. 

"HEY!" I grab his shoulder and turn him around so he faces me. What I didn't expect was his reaction. When I turned him around he raised an eyebrow, smirking. Pfft, I ain't gonna kiss you! In your dreams Cheeky. "At least I have a friend! The only one you have to stay with you is your muscles!" 

His smirk grows bigger. "Is that a compliment?"

WOOOOOOOW! "NO!" I yell.

He stands up straighter, making himself look bigger. "Look, Rookie, when there's no one there for you to love and support you, you gotta do it for yourself."

That's just sad...

Wait- can he tell Dewey loves me? 'love and support you.' 

I look back to my friend on the table, watching me and Cheeky talk. His black suit makes his swooshed hair look bigger- or he used more gel.

"You two dating?" Cheeky asks me, placing his arm on my head. I growl, but he doesn't move. He probably thinks I'm weak. Compared to him, I probably am...

"No." I duck under his arm, making him remove his arm. "We're just friends." I finish, and walk past him, to the punching bag.

That is.... until he steps in front of me, and he grabs my chin, making me look at him. 

"Let me rephrase that..." His gray eyes search my glowing amber ones. "Are you dating?"

A blush raises on my cheeks, but that's what he was going for. I hum and grab his arm, making him think I'm going in for a kiss, but before our lips touch, I flip him over, and place my foot over his chest. 

Cheeky smiles up at me. "That's none of your business, Nosy."

 "I thought I was Cheeky." He grabs my foot and flips me over. "Make up your mind."

I fall hard on my back, and he holds his hand out for me...

--FLASHBACK--

Not feeling any pain, I peek. I look up and see Bluey standing in front of me, holding his hand out for me.

After a good 5 seconds of deciding if this is a trap or not (it's not), I grab his hand and quickly get pulled up.

"3, 2, 1, we're back."