Love Tap(18)

“Fiona!”

She huffs, dropping her emery board.

“That is the only training place I knew of sugar. Did I know that Camden would be there? I mean, I wasn’t sure, but—”

“So you did know,” I interrupt.

“Look babe. You wanted a trainer, and I knew where one was. How bad do you want your dreams to come true?” Her brows raise as her eyes slowly trail from Chloe’s fingers to my eyes.

“What does that mean?” I sigh.

“It’s simple. How bad do you want to become a professional fighter?”

“Well—”

“Then I suggest you get over that boy and focus on you.” She turns, grabbing a purple nail polish.

Groaning I fall into the couch, knowing she’s right.

“Did you run into him?” Chloe questions.

My eyes closed, I nod. The look of hatred on Camden’s face plaguing my mind.

“What did he say? How did he look? Was he mad?” Chloe interrogates.

Dragging my palm along my face I try to focus my eyes on Chloe.

“He told me not to come back,” I answer flatly. Hearing it a second time hurts just as much as the first. I’m not surprised he said it though. I deserve it after the way I left him.

“Ouch,” she mutters.

“Yeah. Good times,” the sarcasm in my voice thick.

“Go back. Sock it to him,” Fiona adds, applying polish to Chloe’s nail.

“It’s not that easy,” I tell her.

“It is. Grow a spine, sugar,” Fiona declares.

“Ma!” Chloe faces her mother.

“What? Tate is tough everywhere except when it comes to that boy.” I begin picking at my nail polish, knowing she’s right but I don’t want to acknowledge it.

“Yeah, but I broke his heart,” I remind her. The tension between us is all my fault.

“He is a grown ass man, he’s going to walk all over you if you let him. Put your big girl panties on and stomp his ass.” Sitting up I tangle my fingers in my hair.

“I need a drink.” I can’t deal with all of this. It pisses me off how much of an * he was, but I still have deep feelings for him. I hate that I hurt him, but when he talks to me like that I want to dig my claws into his face.

“You want to go to Big Pete’s?”

“What’s that?”

“They serve the biggest pizza, and have all the beer you can think of.”

“Is it deep dish?” I can’t help but ask. I’ve missed the deep dish pizza from here.

“No, but it’s still really good.” Chloe nods, blowing on her nails.

I better indulge in pizza and beer while I can. If Thomas is serious about coaching me, my diet is going to get strict.

“Yeah. Let’s do it I suppose.”

“Sweet. You go change, and as soon as Ma is done, we’ll go.”

I look down at my work out clothes. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I thought we were just going for beer and pizza?”

She rolls her eyes.

“If you plan on getting laid, you need to get out of the sports bra, girlfriend.”

Fiona laughs.

“I’ll take pizza over a guy any day,” I jab, walking past them.

“That’s my girl!” Fiona praises.



Pulling up to Big Pete’s the parking lot is littered with cars. Seems to be the new hot spot around here. It’s crazy how much this town has changed over the last few years.

The building is made up of red brick, with a small wooden patio to the right. It looks like it used to be a garage with the two overhead doors leading into the building.

Stepping out of the car I toss my hair over my shoulder. I caved and put on tight blue jeans with a glam pocket brown shirt. It’s longer in the back, and the pocket in the front has some gold shiny stuff on it. It’s not mine, it’s Chloe’s.

I’m still wearing my sports bra though.

Stepping inside there’s a mechanical bull in the center of the chaos. There’s orange and pink lights running along the top of the ceiling. A long bar along the right with tons of people crowded along it.

“Come on, let’s grab a booth.” Chloe grabs my hand and drags me along.

Shimmying in the booth I grab a menu.

“Welcome to Big Pete’s. We like ‘em big and hot.” I eye her, before looking at Chloe to see if she found that just as dirty as I did.

“We’ll take two big pepperoni with two light beers,” Chloe orders for us, and apparently I’m the only pervert between us.

“You got it!” She smiles before turning on her heel she sashays away.

Chloe’s eyes widen. “Six o’clock.”

Trying not to be too noticeable, I casually look over my shoulder to find a tough looking blond guy. His short hair is gelled to perfection, and he’s working a gauge earring in one ear.

“He’s hot!” Chloe whisper yells.

“I mean, he’s okay,” I shrug. Of course he’s hot, I just don’t have the girl balls to holler it across a room like her.

The guy laughs at one of his buddies and his eyes catch mine.

Oh shit.

Quickly I turn away.

“What are you doing? Go say hi.” Chloe kicks my leg.