She looked cute when she was flustered, her hands grazing her black leggings, not so discreetly wiping her palms across her thighs.
“Is this supposed to be an apology?” I questioned with a raised brow.
She glanced at me and bit her lip before looking up at the ceiling and releasing a breath.
“I guess,” she said, clearly uncomfortable.
Had she never apologized before?
The thought of this being her first apology made me nearly chuckle to myself. That so accurately described who Shiloh was.
“You guess?” I pressed, struggling to maintain my serious expression.
“No, I mean, yeah,” she paused and groaned, kicking the ground softly with her shoe. “Look, I’m not used to doing this, so I’m sure this is like the worst apology you’ve ever heard. But yeah. I’m sorry for last night.”
I bit my lip, ultimately unable to hold back my smile.
“Thanks for apologizing. I wouldn’t say it was the worst apology I’ve received, but don’t worry, we can work on your apology skills,” I teased.
She looked up, scrunching her brows in confusion.
“Wait, so, you still want to be friends?”
“Yeah,” I said with a teasing eyeroll. “Of course. I wouldn’t stop being your friend over something as dumb as what happened last night. I was planning on finding you at school to sort it out. I wanted to apologize to you as well.” I paused and smirked. “Pay attention now, this is what an apology sounds like.”
She rolled her eyes, but I noticed her mouth twitch with a smile. My heart leapt in my chest at the sight.Finally. A smile.
“I’m sorry for ragging on you for cussing so much. I shouldn’t have done that. It was mean. Will you forgive me?” I asked sincerely.
She stared at me for a second before responding. “Only if you forgive me, too.”
I chuckled and nodded. “Deal.”
“Cool,” she said awkwardly, rocking on her heels. “Is Jae here too? I guess, I mean, I should apologize to him too.”
I shook my head and remembered that tonight was a fight night.
“But he’ll be here later. You should come. The gym is open tonight for guests to watch the UFC fights from last night and they’ll be food. There’s also a chance for anyone to get in the octagon and have a go too.”
“Like fight each other? For money or…?” She trailed off looking at me curiously.
“No,” I chuckled. “That’s illegal. This is just for fun. You know…bragging rights and stuff. And if you’re lucky enough to win, my uncle might order you pizza with your choice ofthreetoppings.”
“Oh, right,” she nodded. “What time is it at?”
“Uh, you should come around 5:30,” I suggested.
She chewed on her lip in thought before finally nodding.
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you later then,” she said, turning on her heel.
“Wait!”
She stopped and turned back around, raising her brow in question.
“Um, we’re cool, yeah? No hard feelings?” I asked, uncrossing my arms and closing the distance between us.
“Yeah,” she shrugged.
