I stood at the bar for at least ten more minutes before the other bartender took my order. Since Tyler had spotted me, he stayed at the other end, as far from me as he could possibly be.
If that's the way he was going to play it, then fine.
When the other bartender told me the total, I handed him the folded up bills that I knew was well over a hundred dollars. Who knew college kids carried so much cash?
"Give half to Tyler too, would you?" I asked the guy. He nodded as he turned to the register, a look of surprise crossing his face when he realized how much I gave. After stuffing half of it into the tip jar, he told Tyler about the rest. The guy pointed in my direction and when Tyler's eyes met mine, I smiled sweetly at him before disappearing with my drinks. Feeling pretty content with myself, I walked over to where my friends were standing and handed them each a vodka cranberry.
As I started sipping on mine with a mischievous smile still on my face, I couldn't help but notice the looks they were giving me. "What?" I asked innocently.
"What's up with you?" Jess asked, confusion and concern all across her face.
As if on cue, Tyler appeared next to us and put his hand on my arm. Quickly shooting a grin to my friends before looking down at me, he said, "Can I talk to you? Outside?" He tried hard to disguise it, but his voice was practically a growl. Handing my drink to a dumbfounded Carly, I followed him to the door.
To the alley we went.
"Where the hell did you get this?" Tyler demanded, holding out the wad of cash.
"I told you I could steal." I shot at him, taking up an equally aggressive position as his with my arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"No. I'm trying to help you."
Tyler looked to the sky in frustration before his fiery gaze found its way back to me again. "I don't want your help."
"But you need it."
His lips were in a tight line as he glared at me. It was in that moment that he took in my outfit, or lack of it. The gears turned in that cute little head of his before he spoke again. "Did guys give this to you?"
"Not willingly. But yes."
"So you didn't give them anything in return?"
I slapped him on the shoulder. Hard. "Are you kidding me? I didn't prostitute myself, asshole."
"So what, you just distracted them and took it from their wallets? And now you think you're some kind of badass criminal?"
"You can't even defend yourself. I've saved you twice now."
"Nuh uh. I had it covered in the alley before you decided to pull on a gun on him. I could have took on your bosses too, if I had the chance." I glared at him. "Give me more credit than that."
Tyler's dark eyes bore into mine as he put his fists up, moving his feet into a ready stance. "Prove it."
"Fight me. Right here, right now." I looked at him incredulously, thinking of all the reasons I should say no. The main one being that I didn't want to touch him. "Prove that you'd actually be useful."
His words angered me enough to agree. If I had to pass his damn tests to be able to help, than I would. "Fine."
I held up my fists and started moving around him on the balls of my feet. We did the dance for a little while, neither of us making the first move.
I smiled at him tauntingly. "Afraid to hit a girl, Tyler?"
In response, Tyler's fist came straight for my face, which I narrowly dodged. "Guess not." I muttered as I tried a jab at his head, one that he blocked with his forearm. I don't know how long it went on, both of us attacking and dodging each other and not getting a single hit in. I decided to change my tactics and attempted a kick instead. He blocked that and quickly retaliated, somehow shoving me backwards into the wall.
As my back hit the bricks, I felt the wind knocked out of my chest. I quickly brought my knee up to his crotch as he advanced on me, narrowly missing his junk but still hitting his thigh. It wasn't enough to stop him from coming closer, and soon, he was standing directly in front of me, his hands securing my wrists to the wall.
I could have struggled. I could have stomped on his toes or headbutted him, but I did none of those things. Instead, I gazed at him, entranced by the gold specks dancing in his eyes and the proximity of his panting mouth to my own. He had me trapped against the hard surface, his body only centimeters from mine, the demonstration of strength and power in his body enough to paralyze me. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I watched him, waiting, praying that he'd make a move.
When he didn't, I couldn't be more confused.
His face was completely unreadable as he loosened his grip and backed away from the wall. He kept his eyes on me, but I couldn't see any emotion. Then again, I wasn't thinking about much besides the fact that we almost just kissed.
"You should leave. For both of our sakes."
I wish I could have responded. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I just watched silently as he walked away from me down the alley until he was out of sight, without having even looked back.
This chapter is very short and I apologize, it was added during the editing phase and I might have to fix that later somehow!
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HIGHEST RANK: #1 thief: First she's his captive. Then she's his partner. This is an origin story of a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, complete with crime, mystery, and tons of passion. *In the process of editing, may add more chapters or take some away*