Novels by Thesarcasmbae

Swayer's POVWhen we got there, there were five guys standing with cameras and cards, trying to get Penelope to attend another match. | grabbed the cards and ushered her inside,shutting the door."Oh my gosh, | won." She finally said and chuckled, pulling her into another hug."Yeah you did! And by the way, you stink."She hit my arm playfully. "Now you knowhow you smelled like that first match."We laughed and after she pulled on her jacket, we rode our bikes to a diner nearby. While we tried to get out of the arena, many people and reporters took pictures and handed me cards that | stuffed into the pockets with the rest.We got a seat in the back corner of one ofmy favorite diners in this city."This place has the best onion rings you'll ever taste." | said as the waitress placed a small basket of onion rings down

After a while.Penelope's POVSo here | was, massaging Swayer's shoulder while he sat on the couch with a bowl of cheetoh puffs. | was currently standing behind the couch, wishing | could take a break from this pretty exhausting work."Catch." Swayer said and before | could comprehend what was happening he threw a cheetoh puff in my face. It whacked me in the forehead and | stopped my hands and just stood there with my eyes closed and mouth in a straight line. | breathed in slowly and calmed myself from his laughter. Oh how | wanted to suddenly massage his neck. With my hands. Very, very, tightly."You have a little cheese right there..." Swayer pointed to my forehead and chuckled lightly."You won't be laughing when | strangle you to death in your sleep." | said."Here." He sat up from the couch and leaned over the back. His fingers slowly brushed off the cheese dust from my forehead and

Penelope's POV"It's complicated Swayer.""Bullshit."| pulled his hand slowly away from my face and he stood there with a confused expression."| need to get going." I said.He followed me out without a word until | came to the doors."How'd you get here?" he asked.| pointed to my mom's white Mercedes. It's sometimes nice when your mom's a lawyer, though is she ever found out about my deeper past and secrets back in California, she would kill me."Just think about it Penelope." Swayer called from the doorway of the gym when | was loading into the driver's seat."Think about it."Swayer's POV| don't understand why Penelope doesn't want to fight. She said something about 'not being able to tell me' or 'it's complicated', but | had an itch to find out why.The next morning | went for a jog to the gym ins

Penelope's POV| looked around, astounded by the amount of flowers covering the meadow-like clearing. | looked over Swayer's shoulder and saw a crystal clear pond."Wow." | whispered and Swayer turned around to glance at me with a grin on hisface.The dirt road stopped at the edge of the pond. Swayer and | hopped off and | speedily walked to the pond.| stopped when | saw small twinkling lights hovering over the water. Fireflies.| reached out to grab one and lost my footing, but Swayer's arms pulled me back before | fell face first into the water.My body was turned back towards him and my chest was pressed up against his. Our breathing was shallow and my nose was mere inches away from his. | looked into his deep brown eyes and felt a tug towards his lips.| looked away and gently pulled myself out of his arms, immediately blushing."How did you fin

Swayer's POVMonica stood, picked up her purse, and shook her head at me. "You should really try and get to know her better, Swayer. Maybe you'll actually realize that you like her soon enough. | dont want you growing up and looking back at your life and remembering all the girls you've slept with and thrown away. Maybe she's the one."| laughed my ass off at this one because no way in hell would Penelope ever marry me or | marry her. We weren't soul mates, we weren't even dating for that matter and Monica was already trying to plan weddings."Well, | have to go. But think about it." she came back over and kissed me lightly before walking out of my room.Why was she telling me this, and more importantly, what is Penelope doing to me?Penelope's POVA few weeks passed without me seeing Swayer. | began to worry but thought nothing of it. He did live next to me, maybe I could go check up on him.&n

"Ingrid Thatcher. Thank you so much for saving me. Really, it means the world tome." She said.| smiled and nodded. "You're welcome. | wouldn't let some lunatic get away without a fight.""Where did you learn how to?" she asked."In California, my old home. My dad taught me part time and | got really interested. If you want you can come by and-"She shook her head furiously. "Oh no, | mean, | can't do that. | hate fighting, especially watching it. That's why it took me a while to build up the courage to smack the guy in the head with your sandwich..." she looked down at the smashed lunch in the plastic bag she was carrying. "Sorry about your sandwich." She apologized.| waved it off. "No problem. Your life was more important anyways. Don't worry about it."She thanked me and her cellphone rang. Ingrid looked at the caller, listened to the other end, and told me that she had to get