Bar Red's Redemption ✔

c h a p t e r. 8

"Aw, she's leaving." Gus laughs as she speed walks away from the table. "Guess I'm gonna have to follow her."

Then, he jumps up and runs after her, not even saying goodbye.

Fucking twat, Bar thinks, not even saying bye to his damn friends.

"And I," Law says, grabbing both his and Gus' bag as he stands. "Am going to go return that idiot's bag, bye losers, and OJ."

"OJ?" Clementine questions with a tilt of her head.

"Yeah," Law shrugs. "Cause you're an orange, kind of, and you're wet for Red. Y'know, OJ?"

"What the hell," Bar chuckles lightly, looking bewildered but amused as Clementine's face goes bright pink. "Just walk away before the little orange turns into a tomato."

"But—"

"Come on before he beats your face in for not being the only one that made her blush," Eli grabs Law's arm and his backpack, and calls over his shoulder, "Bye, Tiny, don't combust!"

Clementine had been so flustered by Lawrence's comment that she only managed a mangled groan as she plopped her head onto the table just like Fen had done minutes before.

"Why do embarrassed, sweetheart?" Bar asks once all their friends were out of sight. "No need to be shy."

"I-I hate you."

"Mhm." Bar chuckles, pulling them both up to stand. Clementine glared at him, her button nose adorably scrunching up. "I'm sure you absolutely hate my guts, even if you want me to be so fucking deep inside of you that you can feel me in yours."

"Gah, Oly!" She pouts and lightly shoves Bar away, cheeks burning. "You c-can't just say something like that! What if, if someone hears?"

"Then they'll think 'damn, that shortie should really stop flirting with that fucker all the time'." He grabs their bags, yet again refusing to let the little goddess carry her own and notes that it's oddly heavier.

"You're the, y-you're the one who flirts with me!" Clementine gasps out, narrowing her eyes at a smirking Bar as they walk to the empty gym. "And I'm not a s-shortie, you ladder-person!"

"If I'm a ladder, then you can climb me anytime, sweetheart."

"Ugh!" Clementine pouts, opening the gym doors and sulkily goes to sit on the bleachers. "You're s-shameless."

"Eh." Bar shrugs, sitting next to her. "I want you, I'm not going to be a shy fucker about it."

"We, we already went on a date." The little goddess said, pouting over at Bar. "What m-more do you want?"

She really doesn't get how fucking bad she's desired. Bar raised an eyebrow, "What more do I want? All of you."    

"What?" Clementine blinks.

"I want all of you," Bar repeats. "I want you to be mine, otherwise I wouldn't give two shits about this whole 'me being civil' thing. I wouldn't have asked you out on a date and I sure as hell wouldn't flirt with you the way I do if I didn't want you."

"Good to, good t-to know." Clementine beams at Bar and he ruffles her hair in return.

***

"Okay, that's it," Bar growls, pulling Clementine close enough that he could loom over her with a frown as the little goddess sent him another secret smile. "What's going on, sweetheart?"

"Nothing," Clementine giggles. Bar loved the sound, of course he did, but now it just pissed him the fuck off.

"Tell me." He demanded, eyeing the gym for a second to assure sure no one was in the room with them and there wasn't. "Or I'll do something that makes your cheeks go red."