A Seat in His Heart

Chapter 8 - Steal a Chance II

[Kyle]

“Snap out of it man. Jeez, do you need a dead body in your name?” Pete yelled from the other end of the hall, snapping me out of my thoughts. Only then did I realize that I had loaded up a little too many pounds to the bar of my trainee and the poor guy was struggling breathless from the barbell that dropped on his chest.

I quickly lifted up the barbell to free the guy and then I apologized. Trice was here too, she rushed over to see the situation of the guy. Now she’s also a member of our gym. You might be wondering what was going on in my head, and as funny as it may sound, I know it was out of my character.

I usually don't have time to think about a lady because I get to change them as often as the eye blinks. And it's funny how they keep flocking in. Not that I throw money around but I seem to be a freaking honey drawing them in and kicking them out, thereafter. They just come to me even when I do just as little as smiling at them. The only one that’s immune to my antics is just one lady, Goldie. I can not explain, you know, that feeling where you don't want to be attracted to someone, but you just can’t help it, your heart and body keeps drawing towards that person without your permission and you end up hating yourself for it. That’s exactly what I feel with Goldie involved.

I know it is not right to have these feelings towards her, considering I am aware of Pete’s feelings towards Gold. Another funny fact about this is that I never find Pete’s choice in girls attractive at all, but this lady, Gold is an exception. She’s every man’s dream lady yet she doesn’t even know. I think Pete is chickening for real, he is the toughest guy I know but when it gets to ladies, he just has it different.The longer he takes to make her his woman, the faster she would be taken away from him by someone else. I do not mind being that person, but he is like a brother to me and I can’t do that to him. I need to keep my feelings in check, just for him to get a chance. Now that I think about it, where is Gold? I have to see her, I need to play along and get the plan going even though I know Pete doesn’t want this, I had to help him know. I quickly freshen up and change into one of my casual clothes from my locker and left the gym, alone.

I spotted her in her favourite sit out bench under the gmelina tree, she had a headset on, sipped on her drink a little then dropped it back on the table, she was gently tapping the pen on her chin and looked like she was thinking or writing something, she did not notice me. This was a sight to behold, I took out my phone and took a picture of her. I knew and I have seen that girls can be sexy and all but when it comes to Gold, she is beautiful.

I smiled in satisfaction at the picture I had taken. Then walked up to her. She smiled at me. Her smiles could light a room, no wonder Pete is hooked. For some reason it is amusing to see her try to hide the notepad from me, I took it anyway.

When I need love

I know my love would ride on a shiny horse

Love will hug me tight it’ll feel so right

Without a cause I’ll make love my course

To study and learn love even in the moonlight

When my love comes; like a kid with candy, I’ll shut the world out

Eat love up with ease like a bean sprout

When I see love

I’ll tell love my fantasies

Which are like fireflies in galaxies

When I walk into love

It’ll be like a million roses at my feet

And a nap in the clouds

Who am I deceiving?

Wishes don’t ride on horses

Roses have thorns like curses

You don’t walk into love

It’s a cliff full of choices

You fall in to it, to feel the thuds of hurt and pain

Love is invisible; you only see the person who’d rock your mood on swings

But you never can tell who’d give your heart wings.

I read from her notepad, I knew it was rude, but I also knew she will not let me read if I asked normally.

This poetry is the exact reflection of the situation of my emotions. I never expected that a lady like Gold could make me go out of my element and give my heart wings.

She does not look happy that I read the piece, I smiled at her in admiration “you write too?” I asked “Yes, is that amusing?” she sassed. What is wrong with girls answering questions with questions? I asked her to calm down because I do not know what she was even thinking, her work was amazing and I liked it. "That's okay, you need something?" she asked, looking away. I wished I could make out what is going on in that mind of hers.

"Must I be in need of something, before coming to you? What can you give me anyway?" I said, winking at her. "Some good whipping I guess" she replied, pushing her hair behind her ear, an act that fits a spot in my heart. However the thought of having Gold whip me is hilarious, considering her delicate nature. "good thing we've ended classes early today, do you want a tour?" I asked not to give her room for excuses. I want to take her out, no, I need to take her out. I just felt that compelling need to do so. I also decided that Pete was right. I will not follow through with the plan. I just needed this evening with Goldie.

"Anyone else but the playboy, Kyle. You know I deserve an excellent tour guide and you are nowhere near that, so it's a no-no. I'm going nowhere with an amateur." she said, I felt slapped, she often has her ways of getting to me with her words, which I really would not care about if it were another girl, did she think I was playboy? Like she is some psychic or something. How did she even reach that conclusion? I know she has never seen me with my girls, or I rather say, I have never let her see me with the girls. I packed up her stuff and led her away, holding that delicate hand of hers.

"Jeez, stop blabbing, you pompous windbag." she said when I told her to feel honoured.

I took that as her consent to my proposal of taking her out. She is new to the city and I know she does not go out much, so probably this might be her first date.

We arrived at E3, a fine dinner, the one that every girl dreams about, but I know Gold has no Idea of how popular and exquisite the place is. She pronounces the name wrongly and I laughed. I corrected her and she could not keep quiet about how ridiculous and funny it was. I know some people who would get upset if they were corrected but she did not even bat an eye. Just one more reason to like her. I would not bring any of the other girls here, not because I don't have the money, but because I do not feel the need to impress or express anything to them and don't want them getting attached to me for any reason, if they get to know who I really am, there is going to be trouble. Gold is an exception, I just get the feeling that I need to be a bit more careful with her and give her no rough edges. Now we were eating and talking about a lot of things. I do not know how to describe this moment, but reality hits me, I realize that this is what is missing from my life, companionship. Pete and I are really best friends almost like brothers but he can't provide this companionship and neither could all the girls I have been with can give me this. I remember doing this often with my mum before things went sour and no one has ever been able to give me this much time, find me fascinating and enjoy my bad jokes but Gold does. She doesn't even want anything from me unlike the others I have met. I find myself looking at this beautiful person before me in a new light. The plan can rot in hell, Pete can find himself another girl and I am on my way to claiming Gold as mine. Nothing matters now, all I want is Gold.

I only realized what was going on in my head had slipped through my mouth in three heavy words "I love you, Goldie" I heard myself say. We maintain eye contact. For the first time I was nervous before a girl, I leaned back and gulped down all the content of my glass. I found her eyes widened in shock then she started choking on her wine. She was asking what I just said but the waiter stepped in to pick up the dishes. I smiled at myself, being glad that there is a distraction. Just then her phone rang and it was Pete calling. She wanted me to talk to him and I declined. Now Pete must have noticed my absence and I checked my phone, it had been on flight mode. That explains why he was calling Gold. He must also be thinking that I would execute the plan.

Gold asked me if I wanted to talk to him, I just shrugged. She gives him our location and drops the call. Few minutes later, I spotted a raging Pete storming into the restaurant, he aims right for me, thanks for my reflexes I was able to dodge. We exchanged words, we fought, I do not want to lose before Gold but at the same time I feel stupid for fighting.

Pete is gaining on me because I can't take my eyes off Gold. I want to make sure she's not hurt by anything, glasses, fists or broken wood. I can not yell Pete to his senses with his real name because we are in the open and Gold was there. I saw her rubbing her temples, calling our names then she is dropped to the ground. No! My brain yelled. I gave Pete a deadly shove that landed him flat on the ground and I rushed towards her, luckily I caught her before she could hit the floor. Pete's name escapes her lips before she passed out. I felt wounded, but now is not the time to grief or be upset. I need to get her out of here as soon as possible. Pete was not helping, he was still in shock, no one helped, everyone was just standing there. I lifted her up, princess style, grabbed my phone and called one of my most dreaded contacts, Michael, my driver. He pulled up with my Royce in a matter of seconds, it was on occasions like this that I felt grateful for having the 'Kennedy' surname. He helped me pick up our things while I moved Gold into the car. And we headed to the hospital. All I have on my mind now is Gold. "Please wake up" I heard myself whisper.

As we pulled up in the emergency drive in. Michael flashed the gold card at the reception and we were given immediate and preferential attention. The doctor told me that she was just stressed out and she was stable and out of danger. He also stated she has not been having tranquil lately and apparently mentally stressed. I went into her ward room and she's lying peacefully. I lifted up the chair and placed it next to her bed, I stayed there holding her hand and praying, I can not remember the last time I said a prayer but it seems God heard me and she squeezed my hands and opened her eyes, blinked and mumbles something that sounded like "Pete".

One thing that has come out of this whole mess is that we now know that Pete is just number one person to her, I mean she did not even care about me, I know girls rely on the one they feel something for, they want to be protected and cared for by the person they love. The fact that even in her unconsciousness she said his name, meant the puzzle was solved.