POV Cole
Blondie comes in guns blazing, she's in a serious mood tonight and I don't know whether to fuel the fire for fun or set it to embers.
"What are you wearing?" She asks like I've offended her.
"Clothes…" Isn't it obvious? What's her deal?
"Here!" she shoves the antibiotic to my chest. I barely have time to take it from her before she hastily releases it.
"What the hell crawled up your ass?" I ask ultimately deciding to fuel it.
"Shut up," her eyebrows are scrunched together creating a deep wrinkle in the middle.
"Go to hell Cole," she spits out before taking the oral syringe from my hand.
"You wanna come with?" I ask with a grin. I'm pretty sure I'm one comment away from being slapped across the face.
"I don't want to be anywhere near where you are," she strikes back, hands on her hips standing her ground.
"Hmm," I unnecessarily inspect my fingernails that are balled in a fist, "that's unfortunate blondie, I did you a favor by being your wingman, meh maybe I'll squash that tonight with some shit talking."
Oh, the interest I piqued is comical. Her whole body language has drastically changed and that sour face of hers has miraculously vanished to a much more pleasant one. When she's in a good mood, I hate to admit it but her beauty is radiant.
"What was the favor?" Her face twists in confusion etched with mistrust.
"I dunno," I shrug my shoulders, "are you gonna tell me why you're being such a prissy bitch to me?" My choice of words has her face turning red with fury. I can't help the smile that comes over me.
"Forget it," she turns her back to me ready to leave, my eyes go directly to her ass. Damn, those scrubs are accentuating every godly curve of her body. I need to stop this, I don't want her I just haven't had a good release in god knows how long.
"Oh, cmon blondie.." I try to reel her back in.
She crosses her arms just under her chest, her breasts are squishing together and fuck Cole stop it already!
"What's wrong?" I ask again but in a more empathetic manner.
"I don't know? Everything?" She huffs out.
"What's everything?" I encourage and that somehow earns me an eye roll.
She shrugs her shoulders, "What do you even care? You'll just find a way to use it against me anyway."
"I'm bored, haven't had a human connection in a while." Honestly, it's the truth.
I'm surprised when she sits at the end of my bed, I'd move my broken leg over but it's way too painful to move it. I can't help but stare at her, she's so pretty right now, her eyes are so blue, her hair clearly got caught up in the rain from earlier but I've never seen it more beautiful, the handful of freckles along her nose brings everything in her face to life. She pulls me out of my lustful trance when she begins to speak though.
"I'm about to cut myself off from my family," she blows out a breath like it felt foreign to say those words.
"Why?" I'm genuinely curious.
"Many reasons," she says in short.
"Well, I got nowhere to be," I say.
"Well I do, I don't have time for this right now," she's dancing around the topic.
"Simplify it," I'm not letting this go.
"Ugh!" She's getting all frustrated again and I find it cute.
"Let's make another deal blondie, you tell me why you want to cut your family off and I'll tell you two things," I offer.
She lifts a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me, "What do the two things consist of?"
"Why I cut my mom off and the way I came through for you regarding Prince Charming." I give her my best smile.
She chews on her full pink bottom lip internally battling with herself on whether she wants to accept my offer. I know she will, she's too invested in this man not to know.
"Fine, but you start with one first,"
She's not thrilled about sharing anything with me but she will for the sake of information.
"Okay well I cut my mom out of my life when I was sixteen, she was in and out of it to begin with. My parents had me when they were eighteen, my mom was obviously nowhere near ready to have me so she kinda just dipped, leaving my dad and his parents to raise me. My dad was also a well-known motocross racer so I learned everything from him. My mom caught wind of my races and the money that I'd win, so at first she seemed supportive, went to the track to watch me practice, and even showed concern for my safety if I was doing a risky jump. When I was fifteen I gained a lot of traction, sponsors, magazine articles all that. She started asking me for money, first a little at a time I'd give her anything she asks for I mean c'mon she's my mom. Fast forward a year and she's asking for thousands of dollars that I just did not have because my dad had it in a trust for me until I hit eighteen, well she didn't like that, told me I was a liar, I ruined her body by carrying me, I was a waste and she wishes she would have aborted me. I told her to never talk to me again and she didn't. The worst part is that I would have still given her that money even after everything she had said. Every time my phone rang I wished that it was her calling but it never came."