my / sAfTeY / lies / WITH / you (rebel)

[Етеяиiту]

He smiled brightly,"your my rescuer?" He asked in disbelief.

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

Ricki snorted, "Why so surprised?"

[Етеяиiту]

He chuckled,"well your puny" he admitted.

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

Ricki glared at the man sitting in the wheelchair, "Look whose talking, peep-squeak."
Lie. Even in this wheelchair and fragile state he was muscular, and hot...
Ricki felt offended, but it was true. The skinny gene ran in her family and she had a high metabolism. She alway got picked on because of it, but that just worked to her advantage. She always trained, hard.
A women of her statue was underestimated a lot, nobody expects little old Rickic to be packing serious fighting skills under her sleeve.

[Етеяиiту]

He chuckled,"no doubt your packing serious guns under those wimpy arms.

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

She lifted her arm up and flexed, showing off her bicep, which very tone, but nothing to get her into an arm wrestling championship.
"Better then nothing."
It wasn't her stretch that she worked for, though it was important, but it was her speed. Unmatchable by almost everyone, Ricki was a cheetah, at least, that's what her nickname was on the streets.
This town was new, though, so nobody show know who she was, at least, she hopes not. Turning over a new leaf was hard enough, she couldn't start hanging around with the wrong people. This guy being 'the wrong people'.

[Етеяиiту]

He chuckled,"yeah"

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

"Okay. Well, I'm gonna be off." She started walking away backwards, slowly, "Get better and try to stick with ma's curfew before you get jumped again."

[Етеяиiту]

He laughed,"come back to visit please."

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

(TIME SKIP! )

At a -2 star hotel:

"We need money, Rick."

"I know, dad. But being on of the Most Wanted Man Alive list, you can't go bagging groceries at Walmart, now can ya?" She just could help but sass him every chance she got.

"Look, b---h, I did what I had to do. You're no better, ya know." He roared getting in his daughter's face.

She shoved his chest, "I know that! But isn't going to get us money."

Something caught the man's eye, "You remember that day I took you to the casino in Atlanta?"

Ricki was taken back, "Uh, yeah. I was 15 and it was the first time I gambled. Bank-rubbed the place."
She did, won millions from a couple of games of poker. Took the whole place in an hour.

Ricki was a natural at gambling, it was like her superpower. She never lost a game.

Her old man picked up a card from the coffee table, "Ricki, I think it's time to hit the tables again." He smirked.

Ricki frowned. Great.

[Етеяиiту]

There was a soft knock on their door, a tall man that had the exact same body as the man she had saved, but his hair was messy and though she couldn't see the color yet, it was fiery red-orange and golden-orange eyes.

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

They both froze. Ricki shoke her head, telling her father not to move. She pressed Her finger to her lips, signaling to be quite.
They were going to wait until whoever was at the door to leave.

[Етеяиiту]

The man sighed unhappily and knocked again,"I know your in there, I'm not police don't worry you mini guns.

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

Mini-guns...Ricki face plamed.
Before her father could stop her, she slammed open the door, "How'd you find me?" She immediately snapped at him.

[Етеяиiту]

He blinked, this one wore glasses, and his body was just a bit more lean,"my brother told me to find you, he wanted to talk" he said blinking curiously.

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

She narrowed her eyes, confused. Ricki always acted without thinking, this obviously was a different man.
His eye color, glasses, body, no castes or wheelchair.

"He can come here and talk." She went to slam the door back shut.

[Етеяиiту]

He held it open with one strong arm,"I suggest you come with me miss, unlike my brother I have a very short temper" he said firmly.

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

Ricki's eyes shattered green glass, "I suggest you leave me alone, before you lose that arm."

[Етеяиiту]

He shoved the door open and grabbed the back of her shirt, dragging her to his truck,"I told you I have a short fuse"

[RebelGirlTearingItUp]

"Hold on, boy." Her father stood behind him, a gun pointed at his head, "Let her go, before you lose more than an arm."

Realizing this was going to get ugly and direct unwanted attention, Ricki laughed, "Pa, put the gun down! My friend is just playing around! Right?" She elbowed him in the guy to get him to relase his grip on her shirt.