VI. Kick Ass
1441 Words
Hailey's POV:
Josh stands there, staring at me like I’m a ghost. Steadily, I stand up, placing both hands in the air. “Ooooh...I’m a ghost,” I joke, with a forced smile on my face while my head motion left and right.
However, I would do anything right now to break the awkward tension between us.
He didn’t respond.
I continue to stand there still with two hands in the air and an overly awkward smile to accompany it. I began forcing out a laugh, attempting to break the excruciatingly uncomfortable tension lingering between us. Bystanders were passing by us, eyes gazing at me, probably wonder why I have both hands in the air.
Josh’s eyes move from my face, very slowly down my body. It takes all I had to not swallow, feeling as if he was checking me out. “You look...different,” he finally said.
The heavy luggage wheels pass us, accompanies by various voices.
I place my hands to the side, scratching my neck. A short chuckle lingers in the air. “Oh...you notice?” I said in my horrendous comedian voice to prevent myself from running back into the airplane. “I can’t believe you noticed how I...cut my hair,” I said, remembering how I had a trim d two days ago. I don’t usually cut my hair that often since Josh said he likes it long.
He lifts a brow, eyes dropping from my face towards my body then back to my face. “Yeah...the haircut...That’s it,” he mumbles.
A man in a suit steps up, and I recognize it was Joel, the Greyson’s private driver. “Welcome back Miss Hailey,” he greets.
I nod, “Hello Joel.”
Initially, it was supposed to be Josh who was going to pick me up, but Josh’s mom profoundly rejects the idea and whatever Josh’s mom says - goes.
Joel turns towards Josh who’s still staring at me. “Ready to go Young Master Joshua?”
“Joel...How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me by my name.”
The tip of my toes fidgets with one another. I thought by now; Josh would greet me with a giant bear hug like he always does.
Joel smiles, “And I said I would only-”
Josh grunts, “Only when we are on private because we have to uphold an image...I know,” he grumbles.
Joel left the airport to get the car while Josh and I silently stand beside each other. Josh turned back toward me, but his eyes were avoiding me as he scratches his head. “Should we go?” he chuckles anxiously.
I nod, then turned to grab my bag. “Here I got it,” he mumbles, taking the bag from me. His eyes match mine as his brows furrows, but he continues walking out the airport.
Once we reach the exit, Josh and I stand there, staring at the passing cars in front of us. I wrap my hands around my arms, feeling my body trembles at the slight breeze. Scrunching my nose, a quick sneeze exit follows by watery mucus.
Feeling warmth wrap around me, blood flow towards my cheeks. I hold onto Josh’s sweater, knowing there was a smile on my face as he turns his body towards the direction of the wind, blocking it.
My vision cast on his shaky hands and I giggle, knowing he’s cold. I look up, seeing his face completely stoned, attempting to look strong. “If you’re cold...You can have your jacket back.”
He turns his head, then looks down. “I’m not cold.”
Another round of breeze brushes past us, causing Josh’s nose to scrunch. His eyes narrow, head lift, as his mouth widens into a loud - Ha-chew!
I burst out laughing, probably spit a little in the air, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Shut up,” he mumbles, tanned cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
I try to hold back the smile that wants to burst into my face. “No one likes a poser.”
“I am not a poser!”
I snort, “Sure you aren’t,” I respond in teasing tone.
His eyes narrow, and he places out a palm. “Give me my jacket back.”
I copy his facial changes, wrapping my arms around my body, attempting not to feel the tingliness between my thighs when his fantastic cologne rushes through my nostrils. “Nuh uh...No takesy backsies!”
“Ya huh!” his voice heightens.
“Are you mocking me?”
He smirks, “Are you mocking me?”
My hands flatten to the side, and I stomp my foot. “Stop it!”
He copies me. “Stop it!”
“Josh!”
“Hailey!”
I point a finger at him. “Stop it or else!”
He pokes my nose with his finger. “Or else whaaaat?”
My lips twist into a devious smile and I bit his finger causing him to shriek. Everyone snaps their attention to us. Suddenly, Josh drops to his knees, very dramatically. “Help! Help! She’s beating me!”
My mouth drops to the ground as people pass by us, whispering to one another while Josh continues laying on the ground, covering his eye for some unknown reason.
I duck down. “Stop it! What are you doing? Get up!”
His lips curve up playfully. “I’m sorry! I’ll pick you up on time next time! Please, stop hitting me!” he covers his face with his hands.
“I can’t believe some girls would beat their boyfriend like that!”
“How sad...He’s so handsome too!”
“Maybe we should call the police.”
My cheeks heat when a random guy takes out his phone and start recording us. I tugged Josh who groans. “Stop! Please!” I beg him. “People are looking.”
I can hear snorting sounds from behind his hands, knowing the current situation thoroughly entertains him. Unable to handle his childish manner, I stand up. “I’m going home,” I said, then quickly grab my luggage.
Feeling a heated hand on mine, I inhale a deep breath of air to calm down before turning to see Josh’s face utterly red as he tries to hold in his laughter. My shade matches his, and I decide to tug my hand away, but he refuses to budge as the audience continues gazing at us.
He looks around. “I’m lying! My girl isn’t a boyfriend beater!” he shouts, and everyone went back to their business.
I punch his arm.
“Ow!” he pouts, rubbing his arm even though we both know he isn’t hurt.
“You want an abusive girl! I’ll give you an abusive girl!” I shout, then began throwing my fists randomly at him.
He places a foot in the air, covering his face with his arms. “Ow! Ow!” he continues laughing. “You break it! You buy it!”
I continue hitting him, knowing my fists hurt more than his non-existing pains.
“Hailey!” He calls for me, but my anger only escalates.
“You! You! You asshole!” I scream.
Josh caught my wrist, and I blow the hair out of my face as I glared at him. “Watch what you say...bad words are a no-no.”
I scoff, snapping my face towards him feeling as if a neck cramp will arrive soon. I probably should’ve stretched my neck before expressing my saltiness. “Assssssssshoooole.”
He pulls me into his chest, warm minty breath skewing across my skin. “You better watch it...That mouth of yours can get you into some pretty sticky situation in the future.”
“I’m not afraid,” I reply in a sassy tone. “My mom a detective,” I felt his chest pounding against mine. “Do you know what that means?” I whisper in a devious tone.
The edge of his lip twerk, while the tip of his tongue peeks out. “What?”
Feeling his grip lighten, I twist his arm behind his back and kick the end of his knee forcing him to be on his knees. “Mami can kick ass.”
Josh chuckles, “Mami can kick ass huh?”
My smile fell flat feeling him grab my wrist once more and twist his body slamming it against my back, his breathy air, brushing on the lobe of my ear. "Papi can do more than kick ass.”
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