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Childhood

Chapter Ten: Reflex

So when I think of Christopher Nerd D'amico's clothing style, it's pretty much the same as everyone else's (I'd assume anyway). His dorky sweater vests, collared shirts, cardigans he wore during the summer for a God-knows-why reason, and that orange shirt of death that made me want to gouge my own fucking eyes out with a stick. Alright, that last one was probably just my own opinion.

...Well regardless if I was the only one who would rather bleed via my eye sockets isn't the issue. Hell even Chris's "normal" fashion wasn't. The issue that had led to me thinking about how he dressed was because of what he was currently donning. A fucking tuxedo-type suit thing...Couldn't he have just worn his Red Mist shit so people wouldn't stare as much?

Ok, since we were currently going to some fancy restaurant, people wouldn't stare at him...Except me. Hey, I'm not saying I was in a slutty romantic daze of liking a man in uniform and wanting to rip it off. It's just that I was shocked as Hell that the ass who shot me out a window could cleanup so "nicely". So "nice" in fact that it made me wish he had worn the costume that way I wouldn't be so damn nervous.

Again, I'm not trying to make this sappy or cliche. It's not a fucking movie where all the girls are saying "Oh he looked so fuckable and fine, I just wanted to faint" or "Hurry up, 007 and screw me". Fuck that! I was only nervous because he didn't tell me to dress up too...Not that I had anything to wear to a rich place but I could've worn a longer skirt or some shit so people wouldn't look at me weird.

"We'll valet her."

"...You call your car a her because she's the only one you could get inside of, huh?" I smirked as his lip twitched from holding back a laugh. At least he was starting to get my humor.

"Very funny, Mindy." He finally chuckled before stopping in front of the restaurant. Quickly stepping out to hand the valet guy the keys and then head over to open my door for me. Of course I was already getting out, spoiling his gay chivalry manners. Honestly, did he really think I liked that stupid shit? I can open my own goddamn door.

"I could've gotten that for y-..."

"Aw, I didn't know you had a little sister, Mr. D'amico."

The asshole doorman cut Chris off before I was able to tell him to shut the hell up about the "polite" crap. Fucking rude workers.

"Y-Yeah..uh..." He suddenly glanced back to shoot me a glare that screamed "I'm gonna cup your mouth if you say one goddamn swear word"!

I only giggled while putting on a face that rivaled his with my innocent smile of "now why would I do that, silly"? But honestly, why the fuck would I? I don't give a shit what some cunty doorman thinks of me. Well that and the fact that I didn't have any right to embarrass Chris as of now. As shitty as it was, I owed the douche for what he did for Daddy.

"Come on "Big Brother", I'm frickin' hungry."

Slowly, Chris started to say something while his face began to resemble a cherry, but as usual I ignored it, grabbed his hand, and pulled him through the doorway. I still don't know why he was so shy. "Frickin'" isn't a bad fucking word and I wasn't trying to humiliate him for God's sake.

"Jesus Christ, Mindy..." He ran his free hand over his face while the chick took us to our table. I'm guessing he was pretty well-known here since the door guy knew him and the lady didn't even have to ask which reservation he was...Which kinda made me wonder how many times he had been here and why the hell he spent so much for food.

No, never mind. I hadn't truly wondered why he spent so much for this place's shit until we got to our table. A table that had no spoons, forks, or knifes, and had these weird ass dips in them that looked like bowls.

"You're fucking kidding. People pay to eat off the table?" I scooted closer into the booth as he sat next to me.

"C-Can you please watch your mouth until the server leaves?"

We both looked up to see the girl who seated us blushing and biting her lower lip. How was I supposed to know she was still there, and that the bitch was our waitress too? Eh, it must not have bothered her too much cause she calmly handed us our menus and went off to get our drinks.

"So anyway why do you pay to eat off the furniture?" I looked at him.

He cleared his throat, "I don't know why other people do it but I do it cause it's different. And I thought it would be fun for you too..."

"...Well it's different, I'll give you that much, but we could've just stayed home and poured soup onto the couch."

"Sorry...I..."

"Don't fucking apologize, please. I'm just a little pissed you didn't tell me to dress "appropriately" for this shit." I looked down at my pleated skirt and shirt.

"You," his shaking fingers slipped under my chin, making me look back up at him, "look nice. I don't think I need to give you a fashion lesson and I don't care if you actually wear makeup or not."

I slowly pulled back, "I wouldn't take your fashion advice, Secret Italian Man."

He glanced down for a second before smirking at me, "Girls love a guy in a suit."

"Some sluts do but not when it's a dude who normally wears a sweater vest...Also is it really smart to wear one to a place that you use your fucking hands to eat with?"

"...They give you utensils if you ask."

"Yeah but then they think you're a pussy, Pussy." I laughed.

"I am not." He stopped when the drinks were set on the table along with some sweet appetizer being poured into the center dip. The same chick who seated us and who almost chewed her lip off when I said fuck quickly getting our orders and running away again.

"Are too." I plopped two of my fingers into the pudding stuff, turning to smirk at him.

"Am not, Smart Ass."

...Call it a reflex from so much training but when he tried to grab my wrist, I almost fell backwards in the seat. It was only after I quickly reminded my stupid ass that he wasn't really a threat did I let him take my fingers into his mouth. Ok, I didn't know he was gonna do that, which is why I almost yanked his teeth out when jerking my hand back.

"W-what...You..." I stopped stuttering long enough to hear him laughing at me. Though I'm not sure if he was really laughing at me or holding back the tears from his injured jaw.

"You're so fucking jumpy."

Ok, so obviously he was laughing. Jackass.

"Yeah well I was kinda surprised that little virgin Christopher would pull that shit on a date!" I could feel my blushing face.

"On a first date." He held his finger up like some screwball detective while trying not to choke.

My eyes widened, "Are you saying this is your first frickin' date ever?"

I allowed myself to take in the realization while he nodded what I guess was a yes. It was more of a "don't tell anyone cause I've already told Dave I scored" shrug, but still I was honestly stunned. I mean I knew he had never fucked anyone, but you'd figure a guy walking around with a ton of fucking cash would have loads of gold-digging whores begging to date him. Damn...That means the actual realization here isn't that Chris had never been on a date, but that he was such a huge nerd that no girl would speak to him despite that he's rich. Fuck, that sucks.

"So why did you pick me to be your first?" I turned away to finally get my own scoop of pudding.

I could see him still watching me out of the corner of my eye, "...Because you're not a whiny bitch like the girls at school. You aren't stuck up, you're fucking funny, attractive, cool, and sweet."

I choked, ""Sweet"?"

"Yeah, " he took my clean hand, "you're a hero. You help people even if it's just cause you want to be able to beat some asshole to death. And you're dad obviously loved you enough to train you to be safe...and you loved him. I'd consider that pretty damn sweet since I can't say the same for my dad. Sweet and cheesy as all mother fucking hell."

I laughed, "...I guess...I wouldn't know any different though since my daddy wasn't a douche likes yours."

I licked my fingers clean, wiping the leftover spit on my skirt before putting my hand over Chris's (his hand that was still holding my other one).

"Am I," his grip tightened,"really not like my dad?"

"No." I sighed, "You're too good to be a fuck face, dick wad, cock sucking, drug lord."

His eyes narrowed at me, "...I..."

"But if you want to be, you should." I blinked.

"A "bad guy"? Wh-...?" He laughed with his usual nervousness.

"But if you did," I watched the waitress trot back over to arrange our dinner in the grooves before giving a farewell wave, "I'd stop you."

Sometimes I regret not watching him, it'd have been nice to see that look of "you wouldn't really hurt me, right" expression that I'm sure he had. But there was fresh food waiting for me to fuck it up in front of me. Do I really need to even contemplate why I chose the grub over his puffed out cheeks?

"So," I tried to break the new awkward silence, "got any new lessons for me?"

"Just one..."

Again, my reflexes tried to take control and tug me away from his grip, but he had gotten quicker reflexes himself. Or maybe he knew I'd jump.. Either way I wasn't able to free myself from his arms wrapping around me and his mouth roughly pressing to mine. God, I don't think vanilla pudding had ever tasted so fucking sweet, and I don't give a flying fuck who thinks I was being a fucking wimp. Yeah, my arms felt weak, I was blushing, and my cunt was close to throbbing...And I had Christopher D'amico slipping his tongue into me. Fuck yeah.

"...But," he kept his mouth close to mine, "I'll only teach you if I get a second date."

"A-Another eatery?" I reopened my eyes.

"No, something more amusing."

I couldn't help smiling at the weird cocky smirk that spread along his lips. And yeah, it was weird seeing dorky, nerdlisious, geekzilla Chris have a devious expression...Especially since it was turning me on.

A/N: Hope you liked it. ^^ I'm sorry for the mistakes, kinda tired. Oh and the next chapter should be the last. Please review.