Chapter five two in one night but both are relatively short sorry!
Two days later Spot was back to normal, he drove us to school that morning in his brand new black hummer, why anyone has a hummer in new york I still haven't figured out, but for some reason it is a necessity for at lest ten people in the city to have a freakishly large vehicular mode of transportation.
School passed like Spot said it would, no questions no strange looks no nothing
"Amazing" I said getting back into Spots hummer after school.
"what" mhe questioned
"I missed one class a couple weeks ago and you would have thought that the world came crashing to an end and you miss five freakin days and nothing, absolutely amazing"
"yea well if I wore a size 36D bra I'm sure they would show a little more compassion" he answered matter of factly.
"how the hell did you know that"
"I don't know, it's a gift"
"oh yea real talent" I replied.
Weeks had passed, My mother was still rarely in town, and Spot was still randomly staying at my apartment and driving me to and from school everyday, not that I minded a free ride or anything.
I saw Spot standing by his locker getting a book out and checking his hair, so typical.
"Hey Cassanova, I left my homework in your truck can I go get it during lunch?"
he turned around and smiled at me. "yea sure but I'm goin with you"
"why" I questioned.
He draped his arm about my shoulders and replied "don't worry bout it I just am"
"alright whatever"
We met up by the front doors during lunch, "so why exactly do you have to come with me" I questioned letting my curiosity get the best of me.
"I just wanted some air is that ok with you" his eyes darted around the student parking garage fiercely.
"are you ok you seem kinda on edge" That's when he saw what he was looking for, the Guido club, the five or six guys that came out during lunch to smoke, quite surprised Race wasn't with them.
I walked by the group not really thinking much of it, Spot followed behind me. As I was walking past the last guido the dirty slimebag reached his hand up my skirt.
"alright Paolo I'll give ya one chance, apologize to my dear friend, here" Spot said quickly moving me aside and getting in Paolos face.
"man, I was just tryin to talk to shorty over there, cmon man you know shes bangin"
"yea I know shes fucking gorgeous" Spot answered calmly as his fist connected with Paolo's face.
I cringed a little bit at the sight of the blood coming from his knuckles but another side of me was totally cheering him on.
"Spot, SPOT, leave him alone, hes not worth it" I yelled at him, how cliché , he kept punching away though, "Spot if you keep this up you wont be able to play baseball" I cooed, ding ding, we have a winner. Spot let Paolo hit the ground he walked over to me.
"come on we're leaving"
"leaving school" I questioned.
"yes leaving school, if I see any of them again today I will kill em and I'm not leaving you here by yourself so yea we are leaving" he responded opening my door and hoisting me in.
THIRD PERSON P.O.V
It was a mostly silent ride home, except for Spot hissing in pain every now and then.
"you know for such a tough guy you sure do complain an awful lot" Charlie giggled softly.
"if I remember correctly I did this for you" Spot replied quietly.
"you did, thank you Gabe I appreciate it very much"
Spot smiled and turned to her. "what" she asked
"you called me Gabe, no one has done that in a long time, I forgot how much I kinda like it"
"well I like saying it" she smirked as they got out of Spot's truck and went up to her apartment.
"come in here" Charlie yelled into the living room.
Spot padded into the kitchen where Charlie was sitting on the counter
"what do you want" he asked walking up to her and placing his body in between her legs.
"well I was going to help you fix up your hand but now I'm kinda questioning it" she answered confidently.
"and what is it exactly that you think is gonna happen instead"
"hmm not sure" she looked at his appearance his dress shirt was untucked from his pants, his jacket was still on but a little ruffled, apple half eaten in one hand and a few random strands of hair falling into his face. She smiled a bit and shook the thought out of her head.
"nope nothing just gonna fix this up" she answered pointing to the bloodied knuckles resting next to her. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her knee, she grabbed a towel and the alcohol she had on the counter next to her, "now hold still this may sting a little" she began to dab the cuts, Spot never flinched, she was slightly amused most guys were such babies.
"done yet" he asked
"yea" she smiled hopping off the counter, "all done" she walked across the kitchen to put the alcohol back and throw away the towel.
Spot stood and watched her for a moment, he loved how she looked in their school uniform, red polo shirt, and red plaid skirt, red was starting to become his favorite color, but what he loved most was that she was the only girl in the school that didn't wear those horrible flat maryjane loafer things, or sneakers or any of that everyday she wore black stilettos, they made her legs look so long and the fact that the skirt wasn't three miles long helped too.
"ya know Charlie I was thinking"
"uh oh watch out" she smirked walking up to him.
"you always do that, I try to be serious and you have some smartass thing to say back and I'se about tired of it" he turned and began to walk away, but Charlie was too fast for him she grabbed his tie and pulled him back.
Her heels made her about his height so she could look him directly in the eye, "Conlon"
"what" he growled
Charlie smiled, "Shut up"
Spot smirked realizing that she still had a hold of his tie, "make me"
"oh I was planning on it" she pulled him into her and took his bottom lip between hers, nibbling on it gently , Spot moaned.
"hmmm, I love it when you do that"
Charlie smiled, "why do you think I do it"
Spot pressed his mouth to hers and parted her lips with his tongue, he always tasted so sweet, not like her past boyfriends that always seemed to reek and taste of cigarettes and alcohol, but not Spot he always tasted like apples or strawberries,always good, always leaving her wanting more.
He let his hands travel down her waist and to her hips, he reached around and lifted her up onto the counter.
Charlie slid her hands across his chest and removed his jacket then began unbuttoning his shirt. She finished in a fury and slid his shirt off his shoulders as well, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he once again lifted her and carried her to her bedroom, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his fingers flew to the back of her skirt he unzipped it and she stood up off his lap. Her skirt fell down around her ankles revealing her black underwear, she reached up and removed her shirt once again revealing that she liked matching underwear/bra sets.
"ya know I've been meaning to tell you" Spot began.
Charlie walked back in front of him and pushed him into a laying position, climbing back on top of him. "tell me what" she responded placing gentle kisses on his neck.
"I know" he stated simply
"know what" she asked playing along.
"I know that you know that I know, and you know that I know"
Charlie sat up, "ok I was following you up until you started with the 'I knows'"
Spot sighed, "kiss me"
Charlie smiled thinking Spot just had a temporary case of crazy, she leaned in and began the kiss softly, she ran her hand up his chest and into his hair. She was the only girl that he enjoyed kissing even when her tongue wasn't down his throat.
Ohhhh Cliff hanger sort of? Anyway please review if you want to know what happens next!
