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Maverick
I don’t often experience women walking out on me like that. And by that, I meant fuming. On a normal basis, I’d walk in the opposite direction to avoid confrontations, but something in me clicked and I couldn’t allow myself to let her leave just yet. Maybe it was because this was the very first close encounter we had since we broke up or maybe I finally felt that I needed to address a few things, no matter how long and hard it took. For closure? For the challenge? Just for whatever reason I clearly don’t know yet. I wasn’t under the pretense that we’d end up becoming okay today. That s**t’s way too impossible to achieve in one day, but f**k it, I had to start somewhere.
I went after her until we ended up outside the streets and then I spun her around to face me. I thought I did it as gently as I could, but I might’ve done that a little too roughly because she started tilting towards me. My hands shot up to grab her arms in order to steady her, making her flinch and glare at me even more. Even so, I didn’t let go of her. I was simply stuck processing the changes on her face. I slowly let my eyes roam from her bright copper hair down to her elegantly curved eyebrows. Then I watched how her almond-shaped green eyes widened a fraction as I continued to explore the small freckles on her small turned-up nose and rosy cheeks which were more visible now. I know I should’ve stopped there and backed the hell up, but obviously, I couldn’t. I was so transfixed at how beautiful she looked even though her expression had murder written all over it. I ended up staring at her sultry pink lips sitting on top of her girlishly narrow chin as it slightly opened and I had to restrain myself from leaning in to have a taste. I could’ve done it without giving a damn if I was going to get a right hook, but reason told me that good things take time. I wasn’t in a hurry. I mean I already waited for-f*****g-ever, so what’s a little more?
Wanting to give her a piece of my mind was my main goal for going after her in the first place, and I was going to give it to her no matter what. “Look, we clearly had issues, but what happened, happened. We hurt each other, but I can’t bring back the past to change things, and neither can you. We may or may not see each other after this and maybe you’d feel happier if we didn’t at all, but this animosity can’t keep hanging between us. For what it’s worth, Kenzie, we should at least try to be civil adults when we do bump into each other in the future. I understand from the bottom of my soul that you strongly believe that I did something that warranted this hate. I may or may not deserve it, but you’ve got to allow me to make up for it. I’m not saying we should be best friends, but everyone deserves a shot at redemption. You said it so yourself.”
Her mouth popped open and stared at me incredulously, which made me believe that this time I was really going to get whacked in the head. “You’re right, I did say that. But you know what? I don’t think you deserve a shot at redemption, and FYI, Maverick, I was young and way too stupid when I said that,” she answered. “Actually, you were always smarter than the rest of us,” I sighed, making her eyes roll. “Yeah well, not at that specific moment. Look, let’s just save ourselves all the trouble and just continue on with our lives like strangers,” she stated as she stepped away, waving her hand dismissively.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest at the same time she placed her hands on either side of her hips just like we used to when we’d argue about trivial things. I wanted to laugh, but of course, I didn’t. That would be totally inappropriate, so neither of us said anything which had us stuck in an ultimate stare-down for a minute or two. “You know what? Fine!” She angrily stated and a slow victorious smirk spread across my lips, knowing that she was always the first to crack. "Here’s what’s gonna happen, say you’re sorry and I’ll say all is forgiven. Then we’ll merrily go our separate ways, yeah? Come on, just say you're sorry so we can get on with our lives,” she cajoled, rubbing her hands together as if she was about to hear the greatest news of all time. I arched my brows at her to make her realize how absurd that sounded and that was right about the time her face fell. “Yeah, that’s not gonna happen, Kenzie.”
“Arrggg! Why? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She whined as she paced with her hands raised up into the air and I almost laughed again at how adorable she looked and sounded. “Believe it or not, it's not my life’s mission to make yours miserable. I’m simply saying it’s literally impossible to go our separate ways or to leave you alone from here on out,” I explained, making her groan in frustration. She stepped closer to me as if she was going to strangle me, but I kept my stance and simply looked her in the eye. “Yes, you can! You really can. It's super easy. All you have to do is to turn around and walk away without ever looking back. Here, watch,” she screeched before doing exactly what she said.
I stayed rooted in place with a goofy grin plastered all over my face. Her exterior may have changed, but deep inside? She hasn't f*****g changed. Not one bit. Always the first to flare up and walk away. Sassy as f**k too. I didn’t have to go after her again because I knew for a fact that this wasn’t going to be our last meeting. Little did she know that she was going to be dealing with me in the next couple of months. I could’ve told her that, but I don’t think I wanted to. Besides, I think it would be fun to see the look on her face the next time she sees me. “Love me or hate me, Kenzie, but I’m still gonna try,” I called after her and I full-on laughed when she answered using her middle finger. I watched her stomp her way down the street until she disappeared before heading to where I parked my Harley-Davidson Iron 883.
Not to self: Call Lila to make her speed things a bit.
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