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"You can't tell me you don't know how to ride anything." Gabe said raising a brow.
It's lunch, we were talking about us having a motorcycle race and I said I couldn't ride one and I couldn't even ride a bicycle. I know it's absurd but I didn't take interest in learning how to ride a bicycle.
"I can teach you how to ride a motorbike." He said then he smirked moving closer so only I can hear. "I can also teach you how to ride something better, or someone better. " I gasped after he said that, causing my friends to look at both of us with confused looks.
I knew the meaning of what he meant and who he was talking about. It was now my time to smirk. "I rather ride a car seat than ride you, Gabe Cahill." I whispered, and it was his own time to gasp. I sent him an innocent smile and continued eating my spaghetti.
I heard him mumble some incoherent curses and glared at me. "You are such a heart breaker, pumpkin." He gasped again putting his hand over his chest.
I smiled innocently again. "I am just to beautiful aren't I? "I joked winking at him.
"Fuck pumpkin, your wink is fucking sexy." He moved closer to me and whispered. "You know, I can take you right here if you wink at me again. " He winked back and acted like nothing happened, eating his fries leaving me to stare wide eyed at him.
"Iris, what's wrong? " Nina asked concerned written on her face.
I shook my head."Nothing really. " I glanced at Gabe who was acting stupidly innocent. "Gabe is just being a horny idiot. "I mumbled but fortunately for me, please note the sarcasm, Gabe heard me.
His head snapped up immediately raising a brow and a stupid smug look playing on his face. "Horny? "He whispered. " You are my girlfriend, so I can be horny whenever and I can take you and eat you whenever. " He whispered with a wink.
I snort and shot him a glare. "You wish, and fake girlfriend. " I said whispering 'fake'.
*~*~*
"I thought I would never see this place again. " I groaned looking up at the warehouse where I have been training since I was fifteen. I meant the dance training and not combat.
"Yeah, but sorry to disappoint you, you will keep seeing this warehouse for a long time. Now, carry your sorry ass in there for me!" My mom ordered. Anytime we are in the warehouse, she turns on her murderous stern look of a leader.
"Yes mom! "I said as I and my siblings ran inside the warehouse. As I walked down to get into the locker room to change into sweatpants and a tank top, I saw two people fighting in the ring and some working out in the gym since the door was left ajar.
"We are starting to learn how to fight today, Iris. " Ivy said as she stripped to her underwear. I raised a brow at her. When was this decided? "Mom said it this morning. " She added as if reading my mind.
"Oh" That was all I said as I wore the black sweatpants,black tank top, black and white bandana. Bad ass, I know right.
I walked out with Ivy into the gym and I saw Iz already there with Jace who was busy doing press ups. I looked at his body as his muscles clench and unclench, and he was sweating all over. Damn I found this sexy but it didn't cause butterflies in my stomach anymore. Maybe a little tingle but not that feeling anymore.
Was I liking Jace only as a friend now?
I didn't know, and I wasn't going to bother my self about that until later. All I wanted to do now was to start training. I moved towards the wardrobe and took out two red bandana ,wrapping one around my wrist and the other around my second wrist and went to join Ivy who was ogling the shirtless guys.
I nudged her. "Ogling aren't you? "I teased and she giggled.
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