My Guardian Angel(24)

“What?” Before I could step out, Jason put the car into gear and pressed on the gas.

“We’re going to Coney Island.”

I laughed. “You have to be kidding right? That place is a dump!” I exclaimed.

“It’s not a dump. It’s a landmark and I want to go and figured you’d want to go with me.” I hated that he was right.

“Sorry buddy, I have work to do and can’t spend my whole day playing.”

He pushed his Ray-Bans down to the tip of his nose and stared at me.

“You sound old.”

Out of instinct, I reached over and punched his arm.

“I'm not old and if you call me that one more time, I swear you’re going to regret it,” I threatened.

“Nice! So you’re coming with me.” Damn, the man conned me.





About forty minutes later, we arrived at Coney Island. You’d think because the man was a cop, he wouldn’t speed. Well, that was not the case.

“Come on, girl! Let’s head down to the boardwalk.” He stepped ahead of me and waited.

He looked good with his usual t-shirt and jeans with combat boots combo. The Ray-Bans did me in though; they added something.

The sun shined brightly and he glowed with the sun’s rays. I let out a heavy sigh; the man was simply perfect.

“Come on, come on!” He gestured for me to hurry up.

We walked around the boardwalk, me with my hand on my large brown leather tote and him with his hands down his pockets. I didn’t realize it, but he was leading me towards the Cyclone.

He stopped in front and wiggled his eyebrows. “Are you ready?”

I glared at him. “For what?”

He pointed to the giant wooden rollercoaster ride behind him.

“I don’t think so.” I shook my head slowly.

“Come on, you can do this.” He took my hand and began pulling me to the line to get in.

“Listen! I'm not getting on some hundred-year-old ride that has all these twists and turns,” I said rather nervously.

“You chicken?” He smirked.

“No one calls me chicken,” I retorted.

“So go on and prove it or are you too old?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and punched him again.

“You listen, asshat! I'm not old, you’re just too young.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever, chicken.”

Damn him for conning me again!

I nearly threw up my breakfast the moment I got off the ride. Who knew an eighty-five foot drop could make you feel so queasy?

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned as I made my way to the nearest bench.

“Do I look okay?” I said meekly. I lowered my head, trying to regain my equilibrium, when I felt his hand rubbing my back in slow circular motions.

Once I was okay, we started off again, walking through the various rides and games. We reached an arcade area and I saw a game I used to play when I was younger. I ran up to it, taking him by the hand.

“Do you have change?” I asked excitedly.

“Yeah, why?”

I motioned my hands in front of the game. “I want to play.”

He laughed. “Please! Like you can play Tekken.” He dismissed me.

“Why? You chicken?” I threw his words right back to him.

He narrowed his eyes. “Never.”

I pulled out some change and showed it to him. “So prove it.”

I put in the first quarters and selected my fighter, who was always Nina.

“Bock, bock, bock, bock, bock, begowwwwk!” I made the sounds of a chicken and waited. He threw in his quarters and selected his fighter.

“Oh, my God, you’re so going to lose.” I began to laugh. “Everyone always picks Paul Phoenix.”

He turned his head and glared at me. “We’ll see.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“You want to make a bet?” I asked. Why was I tempting fate?

“Just play.” His eyes fixed on the screen in front of us.

I played around with him on the first match, well more like toyed with him. It was fun to watch him try so hard. But I quickly finished it the moment he got cocky.

“Well, I guess…you suck,” I said nonchalantly.

“Again!” he ordered.

We must have played for a while, because a small crowd began to gather around us. Mind you, it didn’t help that I kept dancing around him every time he lost.

“Had enough Tekken, boy?” I mocked.

“I'm done with you.” We finished the last game and he proceeded to leave me behind.

“Ah, is Jason upset?” I teased. He wouldn’t look at me, but kept moving up ahead of me.

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing here?” The man looked much like Jason, but older; he smiled at me. I didn’t feel threatened by him.

“Enjoying Coney Island, what else?” I answered back.