Love Comes As a Surprise

Oh, shit was gonna get tight! How could W.C. hurt R.D.? R.D. was pleading for me to stop, but I was intent.

"Soarin! Please stop! You don't have to do that! Seriously!" she cried.

"I don't have to do that?! Dash how can you still defend him? Besides, if he doesn’t learn his lesson now, he’ll go beat up some other girl! This huge bour needs to learn how to act in front of a girl!". I said tightening my fist.

"Soarin..." she said with a worried face.

Then we sat couches of the car. I started the engine. We didn't talk so much while we were going, so I played Face Down by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. While it did fill in the silence, it made it more awkward. I mean seriously, read the lyrics yourself.

I pressed on the accelerator. I looked at her.There was a still worried expression on her face.She was watching outside. The Champions League final had already begun (it is like the superbowl in Europe) so people had gathered around squares and bars to watch it.  You could tell how the match was going by the roller coaster of emotion.

“Soarin, I’m telling you. If you love me you would listen. It doesn’t matter. Just don’t do it.”

I knew everything isn't gonna be fine.She turned her face to me and gave me a small smile.I felt guilty.The thing I afraid most was hurting of her again.

“I am sorry, I won’t hurt him too bad.”

A few minutes later we stopped in front of the gym and walked to the place that I was training.I was stomping the ground,my anger started to get higher..

I took a deep breath to calm down, but I couldn't. Coach was taking shots on him, while he was saving them.

"Hey Wave Chill!" I shouted loudly to get his attention.

“Oh hey, Soarin, so glad you came. You can help Wave while I eat dinner.” the coach yelled across the gym floor. Then came WC.

He turned his head to me RD (Who was still hiding my back).

"Oh, hey Soarin! What's the problem?" he inquired.

I took another deep breath with a determined face

"I'll ask you just one thing W.C.Did you hurt R.D.?" I said pressing my teeth.

"If I hurt R.D. why does it bother you?” he replied, putting on his beats, and wrapping his towel.

"Why does it care me? How could you hurt an innocent and a defenseless girl? Is it something in your book?!"

"Innocent and a defenseless girl?! She had to think it while she was cheating me! If she's that important for you why didn't you protect her before?"

In every minute our anger was getting higher.

"Because I didn’t know you’d go bitch mode, and beat her up! So you have to pay what you did to her!" I said and I tried to punch him.

Then I saw my punch stopped. He stopped me with his hand. I looked around. We had taken everyones' attention. People were whispering and pointing at us.

Suddenly he shouted at me.

"You can’t teach me anything!" and he tried to punch me again. I was ready and deflected it with my wrist, and used my free hand to grab his neck.

He used his leg to trip me, so I used mine to kick him in the gut. We both fell back.

After a second, he charged back at me with full force, and nothing I could do would block it. It hit me square in the jaw. Blood dripped on the wooden gym floor.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” I yelled as I tackled him to the ground by headbutting him in the chest Zidane style. I turned around thinking I had won as he was slowly retreating. I started to walk away, when suddenly i heard a cry of pain behind me. RD was on the ground! When my back was turned he was about to thunderkick on the back. And trust me, goalkeepers kick hard. But RD came in the way to take the hit! I felt all worry flowing in my body.

I was gonna kill him! I grabbed his neck and began to choke him, and if the coach hadn’t come in, I would have hospitalized him.

“OK, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE!?!” the coach’s voice boomed around the gymnasium. The people who had come to spectate had left in a hurry.

W.C. spoke first.

"I was training, but suddenly Soarin shouted at me and attacked me. Then RD hit me, so I shoved her off a bit!"

"Shut up! You're lying!"

"Enough! I don't know what happened here but you'll tell me later but first we have to take Rainbow to the Nurse's office." he said and pointed me to take Dash. I leaned

and carefully took her to my arms. Her eyes were still closed. We walked to the Nurse Red Heart's office and we went in. Nurse RedHeart rose her head from the papers.

"Coach,how may I- oh" she said and pointed me to lay R.D. to the bed in front of the window. I laid her and she started to check what's wrong with her and saw her bruised skin.

“Hmm, you’re lucky this time. She has been getting injuries in the same spot a lot now. It’s just a small movement of bones, a slight fracture. A little more force, and I am afraid she would miss the whole season of soccer, with a broken leg. Now I'm gonna put a cast around it just to be safe. Don’t put any pressure on it, and make sure she gets lots of rest. Oh and she will have to miss one game and some P.E.”

We nodded and left. RD wasn’t knocked out, but sleeping. I picked her up in my arms, and began to walk home. But coach stopped me.

"W.C. and Soarin, I don't know what's the problem with you but the thing you did was irresponsible. I know you guys are good students generally, so I am gonna let this go. Next time you will be suspended"  he lectured.

"Kay." was all I could muster.

I carried her to my car. I laid her to the back seat of the car. Finally we arrived to my home. I entered to the living room and laid her down on the couch. I covered her with my

Manchester City‘s blanket.

Only half of the Champions League final was over, and advert was going on. Half time result: Paris- Saint German vs Manchester City, City leading 2-1. I was so excited. You have no idea how important this is to me. Manchester City never won a Champions League! We were so close! But I didn’t want to wake RD, who was sleeping, head next to my lap. Wait, it WAS next to my lap. Now her head suddenly moved on my lap. I wasn’t complaining, it was just weird. I thought and looked back to Dash again. RD and I were City fans since we were in preschool. If she knew about this she'd be over the moon.

Her face looked so innocent and gentle that you’d never believe an idiot like WC would hit her. I caressed her hair slowly, ushering her into a deep sleep. I could swear she smiled when I touched her. Her chest rose up and down slowly, she was breathing fast enough for her to be awake.

“Watcha lookin at?” she grinned.

She caught me red handed staring at her chest. My face flushed and I changed the topic.

“Manchester City is winning by one, David Silva and Sergio Aguero both scored, against David Luiz’s goal.”

She giggled, and said

“Yeah, as long as you weren’t staring at my boobs!”

“I was not!” I defended, but the more I denied, the redder my face became.

“Uh huh, sure. Well, I’m gonna change into my Man. City gear and jersey.” she limped away and winked at me.

I shook my head and went back to the match. I realised I accidently left my phone back in my room so I went to get it. I opened the door, and then it was too late.

I walked in on RD changing, she had nothing on but a jersey and some panties.

“OHMYGODSOARIN! AGAIN?!” she screamed.

“IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!! I WAS GOING TO GET MY PHONE AND-” I tried to defend myself.

“JUST LEAVE!”

I walked back fazed. Now, I am gonna be honest and say RD did look pretty hot, her slender figure, tanned skin, lean legs, and so on. But I couldn’t get that image out of my head.

"You really alright Dash?" I said as she came back. She now had some shorts on and the same jersey.

"Umm...sorta. My stomach hurts” she said. For someone who almost died a couple seconds ago, she seemed pretty untouched.

"Ok, Dash you must be hungry I am gonna make something for us"

"OK" she spoke quietly.

I went to the kitchen and I found some bread, jam and some sausages. I made some sandwiches for us.I got some chips, salsa, sauce and Dr. Pepper. too for the watching the match.

"Hey Dash! Have you ever eaten a sandwich with sausages and jam?” I said with a smirk.

"Sausages and Jam? I like your style Soarin" she said with a giggle.

Throughout the match, RD jumped up and down and squealed in delight. Other times she would bury her head behind me. But the final score was 3-2! We won!

“WE WON! WE WON! WE WON!” we shouted in unison. She hugged me, and I fell back with her on top of me on the couch. I still never figured out how I was thrown all out back with her broken leg.

“Gee, RD. I know it was complicated, but I never knew it would be that soon.” I grinned.

“Shaddup!”

After I bit of hugging and rejoicing we finally fell on the couch, pooped out.

“Uhhh, I am so tired.” she let out a small yawn.

“Me too. Imma go to sleep.” I stretched out, when a sudden thought hit me. Where would she sleep. I couldn’t send her back home at this time in the night.

“Well, where am I sleeping?” she inquired.

“I don’t know RD. My bed is a very privileged place to be in.” I said closing my eyes, and stretching more, while mocking her. By the time I opened my eyes, she was already gone.

I trudged to my bedroom, decorate with jerseys, posters, and flags. One of them was a picture of RD, Spitfire, and me all on a roller coaster. RD was hugging me from fear (which isn’t like her, but this ride was exceptionally scary) while Spitfire was screaming.

“Way ahead of you Soarin!” she grinned, sitting on the bed. I rolled my eyes, took off my jersey and crashed on the bed too.

“Whatcha staring at” imitating her. She was caught staring at my bare abs.

“It’s not what it looks like.” she blushed.

“Mmhmm” I replied. But she shut me out with the last one.

“Shut up boob boy!”