Chapter 8 Grasshole
The guy in the gif IS AARON YALL that is not Grey loll why would I cast GREY as him-
?Azalea?
I twist and turn my torso, glancing at myself in the mirror of the bookstore's bathroom.
Spending these past two and a half weeks away from the man whose name I shall not think about, it has given my conscience the opportunity to develop reasons why everything was a mistake.
I've come to the conclusion that I'm just...not all that fun to be around. I'm annoying and ill-favored.
At least I've still got myself to cheer myself up.
I straighten my light denim skirt and internally curse Grey Kingston.
Who is he to tell me to not wear skirts? He can throw himself in a dumpster for all I care.
I do care.
I actually don't.
I wish I didn't; even though I don't.
I turn to the toilet. I take the toilet paper off its holder and I place it on the floor gently.
I sit on the closed toilet and with my non-idiotic leg, I kick the living dookie out of it.
I imagine Grey's gorgeous face on the roll and I give it another one.
Grasshole.
Big, butthead.
Freakin' mood killer.
Stupid gorgeous mother trucker.
I let out a groan, placing my head in my hands.
Usually, after two weeks, the guy is supposed to float away from your thoughts. Especially when you take out your frustration toward him on pillows and, obviously, toilet paper rolls.
I pick up the roll and throw it in the trash. What a waste, sorry Jesus.
No one wants to wipe their butt with dirty TP. Unless you're into that stuff, yikes.
I grab a new one from under the sink and put it in the holder. I straighten my long blonde hair with my fingers and make my way out of the john.
My knee is better. My thoughts are that I only injured my ACL, not tear it. I still walk like a pirate but a little less now I guess.
With the order of books that just arrived yesterday, I've been busy these past two days. I drag the heavy cart to the section where I left off and I pick up a book, looking at its features.
The cart begins to roll away from me.
There's a ghost.
I place my hand on the handle and look up to 'see' the spirit.
Aaron's mischevious blue eyes look back at me. I actually kind of missed him, he's pretty much a friend I guess.
He starts to move around the cart and I move around it. We're at opposite ends. A smirk reaches his lips, showing off a dimple on his cheek.
"Someone's playful today," his melodic voice makes a small smile appear on my lips.
He moves again and due to my slower movements thanks to my predicament, he catches my arm, pulling me against him.
He hugs me to him and I chuckle at his cuddly personality.
"I missed you A-a-ron," I bite my lip, keeping a laugh from escaping.
"You missed me?" his voice rumbles against me, "I'll have to come more often then. I missed you too Azzy."
We pull away and he peers down at my leg.
"What'd you do, Azalea?" he bends down to my knee placing his hand just below the brace.
"I fell over a chair. I can't do anything with myself," I sigh, "I've been having a rough time."
He glances up at me a smile on his face. His dimples are so cute I just want to squeeze his cheeks.
I know he sees my hands squeezing by my sides. He knows what that means.
"Go ahead," he mumbles, playfully rolling his eyes. I grab his cheeks and commence to being like a grandmother to her grandchild.
"It still hurts my ego that you're the only one who thinks I'm adorable instead of attractive," he pouts, standing.
"Your little squeezy hands," he imitates the way I squeeze my hands and I shove him lightly.
"Why're you having a rough time?" he tilts his head in question and I screw my mouth shut.
"How've you been doing at college? Good?" I change the subject, picking up books.
"Jake used to do that, don't you start it too," he says and I look down.
Jake was the champion at changing the subject. We could be talking about his game one second and then the next, about what I picked out to wear the next day. He never liked talking about himself. I had to punch him for it on a few occasions.
"We should go have lunch!" I clap my hands. I could use something to stuff my face with so I don't have to talk as much.
"Fine," he sighs.
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Not a good idea.
Not a good one.
Terrible idea.
I should've picked where we should eat.
I'm going to vomit.
"You look pale," he helps me out of my car after telling me where we're eating.
Grey's freakin' bar by night, restaurant by day.
"Maybe we should go to Mcdonald's," I offer and he scoffs.
"Mcdonald's makes me shit," he reasons.
"Why don't we go to another place?" I question as he leads me closer and closer to Grey's bar.
"Because this one is the nicest looking one that I see in my line of view," he pulls me past the bench where I met Grey.
I narrow my eyes at the stupid bench.
"I don't like this place," I mumble although I know it's no use as he pulls open the door. I keep my head down, making sure that my hair is covering most of my face.
I take a peek at my surroundings and instead of the usual mostly cleared floor, there are tables spread everywhere and the lights are turned up.
My eyes find the door Grey and I went through and I clench my fists.
Aaron suddenly stops and I run into his back. I still keep my head down.
"Table for two?" a familiar voice asks and I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration. I peek up and the bartender guy is giving me sly smirk.
I need to leave.
I follow the sight of Aaron's back to our table and thankfully, we're in a back corner and not out in the middle of everything.
He places our menus on the table in front of us.
"I'll be back in a minute to get your drinks," he smiles before walking away. Slowly might I add.
Maybe I'm overreacting. Grey probably isn't even here. He owns the place, he can go do whatever he wants, whenever he wants.
"What's wrong with you?" Aaron's amused voice questions after noticing my head which is still down.
"I've had to sneeze for ten minutes, I don't want to look at the lights and it slip out," I tell him expertly to which he just shakes his head.
"I gotta take a piss," I scrunch my nose at him, "I'll be back Azzy, order me a lemonade."
I put my face in my hands and hold back from screaming into them. I can't catch a break.
"Do you want another moonshine?" bartender dude's voice scares the daylights out of me. I shake the table when I jump in fright and the salt and pepper shakes fall to their sides.
"Yep, white lightin' this time," I joke, picking the shakers back up.
He takes a seat in Aaron's seat.
"Grey's not here," his lips take on a little bit of a teasing smile.
"Well, I'm glad he's not..." I look at the nametag that sits on his black shirt.
"Jai," I pronounce the differently spelled word as 'Jye.'
He chuckles.
"Jai," he pronounces his own name as 'Jay.'
"I couldn't give a fart if he was here Jai," I almost pronounce his name incorrectly on purpose just to be petty.
"Tell him when you see him next that he can eat dirt and belly flop on the cement," I cross my arms.
"Are you sure you want me to do tha-"
"No, don't tell him I said that, are you crazy?" I scoff.
"I'm incapable of running away, so no," I add, he laughs, shaking his head and crinkling his nose.
"You're a trip," he sits his cheek on his hand, "whaddya want to drink?"
"Water. And he wants lemonade," I motion to where Jai sits.
"Who is that anyway?" he asks.
My dog's boyfriend's cousin's aunt.
"He's a friend, I guess," I shrug.
"You guess?" his eyebrows raise.
Well, it's not confirmed if he's my friend or not, don't judge me bud.
Aaron returns to our table and Jai stands up with an apology for taking his seat.
"I'll go get your drinks," he leaves with his order pad in his hand like he actually wrote down what I ordered.
"He seemed friendly," Aaron speaks up as Jai goes to get our drinks.
"Do you know him or something?" He adds.
If I were to tell him that I know him because I asked him for an alcoholic beverage, he would have a heart attack, followed by a scold, followed by another heart attack.
"He's my hooker."
Aaron and I both go quiet after what flew out of my mouth.
"God you're wild," he chuckles and Jai returns with our drinks in hand.
Jai bends down at my end of the table.
"I know you apparently don't want to hear this but, Grey'll be back pretty soon-"
I'm going to throw a tantrum here in front of God and everybody.
"Can I have a salad. But not one of those ones with that kale stuff, y'know what I mean?
I don't want lettuce either, lettuce, especially Iceberg Lettuce makes me sick.
So, like a spinach salad is good, if you have it.
Oh! And ranch, a lot of ranch. I don't even like salad that much," I ramble out, trying to get my mind away from thinking of Grey.
And I want to get out of here before Grey gets back.
"Aaron, order. What do you want?" I usher him, biting my bottom lip anxiously.
"Azzy, I haven't looked at the menu-"
"He'll take some chicken or something," I pick up his menu and mine, handing them to Jai who's trying to contain his smile.
He walks off and I meet the eyes of Aaron.
"What's got you in a rush?" He grabs the both of my hands in his worriedly.
"I have church to attend," I stay classy with my response, for once in my life.
I was thinking of telling him I had to poop but that wouldn't make sense because there's a bathroom here.
"On a Thursday afternoon?"
"Yes, I hold my own service in my car," I nod.
"I'm a child of God," I add, giving him an innocent smile.
"Then you can have it anytime, right? Since you run the service?" He teases.
"Listen, God is a busy man, okay?" I start.
"Him and I have a schedule," I sat with finality in my tone.
We wait.
I look out the window nervously for any signs of a jerk. Or shall I say the jerk.
Part of me would love to see him and give him a big ole piece of my mind.
The other part of me wants to pee my pants in thought of his dark eyes looking at me so maliciously, as they do every time he sees me.