Now That You Are Here

I Hate The Patriots

The silence is wonderfully comfortable as we start to walk down the street together. I really do enjoy his company, even though we've only known each other for two days. There's something about it, and I just can't place it.

I look up at him, but I swing my head back down when our eyes meet. Brixton chuckles, tossing an arm over my shoulder. If it were anyone else, I would throw the arm off, and say something like 'don't fucking touch me', but with Brixton, it feels nice. His warmth brings me comfort. 

When he smiles at me, I feel happier than I was maybe a second ago. He's a great guy, and I hate to say this, but Jenny is a very lucky gal. I'm not sure that she really deserves a guy like him, but I'm not one to get in between relationships. At least with my own knowledge.

I don't know much about Brixton, but my gut is telling me he's a good person. My gut has been wrong before though. Especially with guys, but my dating experience is so limited, I don't even know if what my gut thinks matters. Brixton opened the passenger door for me. 

Now, some ladies might find that to be sexist, but I think he's just being a gentleman. I don't mind that too much because I know he has no ill intention of being a jackass, he wants to be kind (maybe). I have no doubt that if Lincoln, Kyle, or Harlen did that, they would say it's because a man should give a woman permission to exit the car.

Now that pisses me off.

I don't think Brixton's doing that. I think he's doing it for the sake of looks. Which is fine. I'm not his girlfriend. 

"What are you thinking about, kitten?"

"Nothing of importance."

"Really?"

"Really. It's my mind going all over the place."

Brixton nods in understanding. He always seems like a calm type of guy, I can't imagine him having a panic attack about what's going on inside of his head. Yes, that's happened to me before, and let me tell you that it was horrible. 

I couldn't stop my thoughts so calming down took forever. I had to wait until my panic attack had to biologically stop (20-25 minutes) before I could really fix the situation. I chew on my bottom, but I don't realize that my face is all scrunched up.

"You are the most adorable person ever."

I roll my eyes at Brixton.

"I'm serious, kitten. Absolutely adorable."

"I would consider myself on the sexy side of things, but I'll take adorable."

He chuckles, sliding his hand almost seductively down my back, to the small of it. He turns me slowly, opening the door of the bar. Dexter and Nick immediately smile and wave at the two of us. I break away from Brixton, as he goes to the bar, and I go to the table. A minute later, he comes back with a beer for himself and a shirley temple for me. The waiter comes over, asking if we want anything to eat. Thinking that I'm going to be paying, I order a large sweet potato fry.

"So, how are you two doing today?"

I look at Brixton, who's smiling down at me. I feel my cheeks heat up, but I know I'm not going to be able to hide my blush, so I decide not to care.

"I'm good. I went to the mechanic shop, so hopefully I'll get another engine wire harness soon. I want to drive my own car."

"What are you doing in the meantime?"

"I have no idea. The bus system runs later than I need it to."

Nick turns to Brixton. I watch as they smile at one another, and then turn back to me. Brixton takes a sip of his beer before biting his lip anxiously.

"You're always welcome to ride with us, kitten."

"Really?"

"Yeah, of course. You're a friend."

Oh, damn. I know he has a girlfriend, but fuck, that one hurt. At least I have three friends now. That's better than yesterday. I stare at the football game playing on the screen. It's the Philadelphia Eagles against the New England Patriots. I'm not a huge fan of either team, but I would so rather have the Eagles win. I'm sorry, but I hate the Patriots. Ugh. Worst football team ever. I slam my hand against the table as the Patriots get another touchdown.

"Fuck."

The boys turn to me, completely confused.

"What are you doing?"

"Fucking Patriots."

Dexter and Nick chuckle, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see Brixton smiling at me. He always has this bright look on his face when I see him looking at me.

"I'm going to get another drink, anyone want anything?"

"No, we're good. Thanks, Rei."

I stand up, walking to the bar. I order a Coca Cola as I stare back at the screen.

"You seem really into that game."

I turn to find a cute guy standing there. He has blue eyes and raggedy blonde hair. He looks a little unkempt but besides that he seems pretty cool. He's definitely in college, but I'm in college so it doesn't really matter.

"Yeah, I hate the Patriots."

"What? That's my team!"

"You're just a bandwagon sports fan then."

"Oh, no I'm not."

"Are you sure about that?"

"The Patriots are an amazing team."

"Yeah because they cheat."

"Every football team cheats."

"Yeah, but the Patriots cheat a lot."

The guy holds out his hand to me.

"I'm Grady Nickard."

"Reign Henderson."

"It's good to meet you, Reign."

"Yeah, you too."

"Can I have your number?"

"How do I know you aren't a stalker or something?"

"Well, with the guy staring at you like that it seems that you already have one."

Grady points behind me, and I turn to see Brixton glaring at the both of us. I snort and roll my eyes. The Coca Cola is placed in front of me, and I say thank you to the man upfront.

"He's a friend."

"Oh, I'm sure."

"What? If he was my boyfriend, he would already be over here."

"Is that your way of telling me your single?"

"Sure. If that's how you want to take it."