Falling For My Enemy

Chapter 7

~ Quinn's p.o.v ~

"You've been to the World Series before?"
I asked Weston in shock. He nodded and drank his chocolate smoothie.

He took me to Dairy Queen. I wanna lie and say I hate it, but it's actually been fun. We've been talking about baseball and softball and just basically our life.

"Yeah. It was a few years ago, when the Red Sox were playing against the Cardinals"
"Wow. Who'd you root for?"
"I'm not a fan of neither of them but it was a pretty interesting game"
"Then why'd you go?"
I swirled my straw around in my shake.
"My uncle had extra tickets so why not?"

"You're so lucky. I've never gone to a baseball game. Besides the high school and middle school games"
"Really? I thought you would've gone like... a hundred times"
"I wish. I didn't have the time"

We continued to drink our shakes and talk more about baseball and our favorite teams.

"I heard you quit softball. Why?"
He asked.

The question I was hoping he didn't bring up. Everyone knew I quit. Pretty much the whole town. I was the best softball player on the team and I was basically the reason I kept everyone going and happy.

I shrugged my shoulders.
"How about we let that story wait"
"You can tell me when you're ready,"

I looked over at the door as I watch as people walk in.
"Shit..."
I mumbled.
"What?"
He said looking back.
I flicked ice cream at him.
"Quinn!"
He chuckled. He digs his spoon into his shake and flicks more at me.
"Stop!"
I giggle. He gets ready to grab more.
"Weston!"
He smirks.
"Fine"
I grab a napkin and wipe it off my face.
"Thanks a lot now I feel sticky"
I said sarcastically.
"I should be saying that to you"
"Whatever"
I chuckled as I lent over the table and wiped it off his face.
"I could do it myself you know"
"I wanted to do it"
I said as I took his hat off his head and put it on mine. I sat back and crossed my arms, giving him a devilish smirk.
"I have lice"
"So do I. What a coincidence"
He chuckled.
"C'mon, I'll take you home"
He said as he got up.
"Okay"
I got up. He wrapped his arm around me as we walked out.

*

"You know who I hate?"
I said stuffing my hands in my pockets, as we walked.
"Who?"
"Kyle Konrad"
"Same. He's the biggest douche I've ever met. And I thought Brennen was bad"
I laughed and looked down.
"You know what's even worse? He's my ex"
"Are you serious? If I were you I'd be on my period everyday being with him"
"Trust me, by the end of our relationship it felt like I was"
"I'm listening"
He smirked.
"All he wanted was sex. Every time I was at his house he'd try to convince me to blow him or get in my pants"
"I hate ex's so much.."
He said and looked down.
"Tell me about it..."
My voice trailed off.
"Any guy who uses a girl is a jerk. They deserve no respect from a girl as amazing as you"
He said. I smiled and looked at him.
"Thanks"
"You're welcome"
He smiled.

He led me to his car and opened the door for me. I got in and immediately checked my phone since my phone was blowing up with messages all night long from a few of my friends. He got in the car and pulled the hat down on my face.
"Lookin beautiful Quinn"
"Wow"
I smirked as I adjusted it on my head.

When he was driving me home we talked about embarrassing stories that happened to us when we were younger.

He pulls up in front of my house and stops the car. He looks at me.
"So.."
"So..."
"Thanks for giving me a chance tonight"
"Of course"
I smiled.
"So I'm guessing this is the last time we're gonna see each other"

Crap. I completely forgot about that.

"Yeah um..."

I wanted to see him more than once.

"Well...goodnight Quinn"
He smiled small.
"Goodnight"
I got out of the car.
"Oh wait..."

I took his hat off my head. I handed it to him.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want your enemy to wear your hat"
"You can keep it. It looks good on you"
He winked. I bite my lip and looked away, knowing my cheeks were red. I climbed back into his car and kissed his cheek.

"Bye Weston"
I said getting out for good.

I closed the car door and walked towards my home. I looked back and watched him drive away. I let out a sigh and walked into my home, closing the door behind me. I lent back against it and slid down. I felt like a part of me left.

Getting ready for bed all I could think about was what happened tonight. I kept thinking about the whole date over and over again and all the amazing things that had happened and what we talked about. I put my hair up in a bun as I walked over to my bed and climbed in. I grabbed my phone hoping to had gotten a message from him.

There was nothing.