Song: Mr Brightside - The Killers
Hope's POV:
I held the cup of hot chocolate in both of my now ungloved hands. The warmth soothing my freezing skin as I sighed in content. I silently brought the cup to my lips and took a small sip, being careful not to burn myself.
I watched as Chance not-so-subtly wrestled to get his black gloves off of his own hands while almost knocking over his hot chocolate in the first place. So, I quickly took it away from him until he was finished and then gave it back.
"Thanks. I need a bigger pair of gloves, those ones don't fit my hands all too well anymore." Chance grumbled.
"But that's what I get for never going to the snow or ice skating." He chuckled. He soon began picking up his drink and taking a mouthful from it.
He soon regretted that.
"Ah! Fuck, that's so hot." He cried, sticking his tongue out and fanning at it. I laughed as I shook my head, until a voice filled in making my lips pull down into a frown.
"You silly. Of course that drink is going to be hot. It's just like you." A blonde girl from the 4 group girls said, leaning across the table while twirling her short hair in her fingers.
They all began to giggle like crazy when Chance looked at them, even a brunette turning red. And for some reason so did I.
But not in embarrassment or anything like that.
But from anger.
I didn't know why I felt so annoyed at the fact that these girls were blatantly flirting with Chance right in front of me. It shouldn't bother me, should it?
I watched as Chance furrowed his eyebrows at the girls and shrugged. He sent a smile their way and I listened to how the girls reacted.
I rolled my eyes as I took an aggressive sip from my drink.
I shouldn't be feeling so angry or upset over this. Chance and I aren't together and I haven't even known him for that long. Plus he can talk of 'flirt' with whoever he wants.
Yet the thought of that made a fire start in my heart.
Could I possibly be... jealous?
No. No fucking way was I jealous, in order to be jealous I had to either like him or care for him. And I mean of course I care for him but I don't like him, I can't I've only known him for such a short period of time.
Plus I've never even been a jealous person.
Or maybe?
"Hope." I was quickly ripped from my deep thoughts as my eyes snapped up to grey ones.
"What." I asked, my voice coming off with more annoyance than it should have. Chance noticed the change in my voice and sent me a look.
"You alright? You zoned out." He said, taking a very careful sip from his drink as he maintained eye contact with me.
I felt hot under his gaze.
"I'm fine. Just thinking of stuff." I mumbled, playing with my cup as I stared at the brown liquid with two melting marshmallows in the center.
"What stu-."
"Hey. Are you and him dating?" I heard a very annoying shrill voice ask from beside us, cutting Chance off from finishing his sentence.
I looked over at a red head who stared at me. The other girls longingly awaited my answer almost.. excited and nervous.
"Um, no." I grunted, shaking my head at them.
"Good. Because I want his number."
My head fully snapped my way towards the snarky looking little bitch. She held a huge smirk on her freckled face as she leant over, pushing up her cleavage.
Chance looked bewildered at them all and looked at me as if wanting help.
"W-What?" I stuttered, my eyes looking back and forth from a flustered Chance and a horny looking kid.
"Honey, you're like 17. He's 22." I reprimanded the girl. She looked at me and sent me the most disgusted look she could muster and then opened her mouth to say the most vile thing that had me taken aback.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up and go fuck yourself. I do what I want and I get what I want. So piss off you ugly bitch."
Her friends all started laughing as people around us had their mouths open. My eyes widened and my heart sank to my ass.
Don't let this bitch affect you, Hope.
Yet I couldn't help it, and that's when I felt tears arising to my eyes.
While the girls were laughing and I was nearly crying, a loud boom was made, causing everyone to jump.
"How fucking dare you say that to her!" Chance snarled, his large fists that had previously smacked the table had everyone silent, even the girls.
"First of all, I would never give my number to skanks like you. Second of all, none of you have any fucking respect for yourselves. It's a fucking ice rink, not a strip club." His voice continued to get louder as the girls shrank in their seats.
"And third of all." His voice dripping with venom as his gaze snapped to the red head who shook viciously in her seat from fear and embarrassment.
"Don't you ever fucking say anything like that to Hope ever again. She isn't any of those awful things you had said, she's fucking amazing. Just because you're jealous that you can't have natural beauty like her doesn't mean you have to go putting her down about it. Plus you don't always get what you want, especially if it comes from me"
And with that, his gaze settled on the entire group and he finally snarled;
"Get the fuck out."
All four of the girls were up and scampering towards the door, running out. Even one of them was crying and I was pretty sure it was the red head.
After a minute of silence and Chance's heavy breathing, around of applause soon echoed through the entire small restaurant.
Chance's face lit up like a red balloon as he smiled slightly, his gaze finding my own as everyone had died down and began talking amongst themselves once again.
"I'm so sorry for what just happened. Are you ok?" He asked gently.
I swallowed deeply as I stared into his beautiful eyes, my stomach churning.
"I'm good. Thank you so much for what you did, you're freaking amazing." I whispered, looking down and gently rubbing my arm.
"Hey." He began, reaching across the table and lifting my chin, causing me to look him in his eyes.
"I would do anything for you. No one talks bad about you, especially when I'm around." His voice had lowered to almost a snarl and I felt my insides going warm and fuzzy.
Stop, enough. No more.
He was being nice, being a good friend. Nothing else.
He pulled away from my face and began to drink his hot chocolate again. I couldn't stop looking at him. He was such a handsome man, from the way that he looks right down to the crows feet next to his eyes when he smiles.
"You right there?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I'm left actually." I giggled, looking away in embarrassment when his deep laughter rumbled from his chest.
My stomach began to go fuzzy all over again.
Just friends.
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"Hey! Wait, before we go I want to get a photo with you in front of the skating rink." Chance called, grabbing ahold of my wrist in his large hand. I looked up at him and smiled, nodding my head.
Chance looked around, finding a women putting skates on her sons feet.
"Excuse me ma'am. Do you mind taking a photo of myself and Hope?" Chance asked politely. My stomach flipped with the way he said my name, so warm and silky.
"Oh, of course sweets." She replied cheerily.
She turned and began telling her son she would be back. He nodded his small head and sat happily on the seat.
She came over and politely took Chance's phone off of him. Chance grabbed ahold of me and brought me close towards his chest. I leant against him and placed my hand over his heart, smiling brightly as no doubtingly Chance was also smiling.
He was so warm, and he smelt oh so good.
"I took a few photos, hope they're ok. You both looked very cute." She started, looking from Chance and me.
"You're both such a beautiful couple. You're going to have such gorgeous children one day." The woman said, her smile bright as I choked on my own saliva.
"Oh, we're not-."
"Thank you, ma'am." Chance cut in, a smile on his face as he continued to hold me close.
My mouth fell opened as I peered up at him. He looked down at me and sent me a wink. I couldn't resist the blush that spread over my face as I shook my head and laughed.
"Come on, let's get outta here." Chance said, putting his phone back into his pocket as we exited the front door and walked back out into the warmth.
He kept his arm wrapped around my shoulders as I leant close to him.
"Chance." I began.
"Hmm?" He mumbled, unlocking his car once we reached it. He had picked me up in it this morning when he took us ice skating.
"Why did you not tell that lady that we weren't dating?" I asked curiously, tilting my head as he opened my car door for me.
I thanked him and sunk in, he closed the door and made his way around towards his side. Once he got in, he started his engine and looked at me.
"I couldn't be bothered saying anything else. Just say thanks and be done with it." He laughed, beginning to pull out of the car park once he had made sure no one was coming.
"Oh, yea of course." I laughed, shaking my head as I turned my head to look out the window.
My stomach churning when I heard him sigh and got a whiff of his cologne. I gazed at him the reflection, watching how one strong hand gripped the wheel and the other rested next to my own hand.
I was twitching to rest my hand on top of his, and it was as if he had read my mind. He rested his large hand over the top of mine, causing my skin to alight in electricity and heat.
Just friends.
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We were born to be real, not to be perfect, unless you're Harry Styles
I love you all
~ Chels
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