Chapter 14 Nothing #2
So, I turn over on my side away from the door and hope for the best. Bear isn't even here to help me get through it.
I feel Grey sit up from beside me, his arm brushing against my back.
"Almost all of us are out here so.." the guy trails off, most likely looking over at me.
"Stop looking at her," Grey grumbles out as I feel his hand grab my shirt and pull it down to cover my exposed back that I didn't know was exposed.
"Alright, alright," the guy says defensively, "whenever y'all are ready to come out, we'll be here. I think one of the guys is cooking so we'll be here for a while."
"Yeah thanks for just fuckin' showing up," Grey's voice stays unhappy.
"Well San has news about the last bust," the guys says.
I feel like an agent listening to this. Is this illegal?
"Tell Sanfred that I'm kicking his fucking ass for bringing all you fucks," Grey responds unhappily and the guy chuckles.
"Will do," he closes the door and considering how long I've already been acting asleep, I'm tired again.
I fall back asleep as Grey is getting off the bed and walking to the bathroom.
I get woken up hardly ten minutes later.
"C'mon," Grey's voice coaxes me as he takes one of my hands and pulls me to a sitting position.
With the lights now on in the room, I keep my eyes closed.
"Lilah, open those eyes," his amused voice says and I squint them open. He helps me out of the bed and walks me to the bathroom. My heart flutters seeing the toothbrush I used from last time now in the holder he puts his in.
I brush my teeth and still squint my eyes.
How freaking bright does this guy like his lights?! Gosh darn.
I wiggle on my feet and he sighs before wrapping an arm around my waist and stepping behind me, holding my body still by letting me lean my back against still bare chest. His other hand comes to rest on my stomach.
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"You're hungry?" he questions and I groan a little.
I brush my teeth and then throw water on my face to wake me up. Grey grabs me a towel and he puts it directly on my face. He doesn't wipe the water off, he just holds it on my face.
"Thanks," I mumble against the towel and finally he actually wipes my face.
Is he even going to speak about sleeping literally right on top of me or no? But it's not like I'm bringing it up, I was "asleep."
I look at his butt. I raise my hand a slight bit to smack it but then I lower it back.
Ooh, I want to.
I put my hair up in a bun but halfway through twisting it my arms get tired and I have to lean over against the sink to rest my arms for a second. I have noodle arms.
I finish with my hair and look at myself in the mirror. Then I look at Grey who is looking at me in the mirror with a little smirk on his face.
"What?" I question, a little smile now on my face. He just shakes his head, rocking back on his heels. I take the extra hair tie on my wrist off and tie the back of his shirt so that it fits me better and doesn't drown me.
Once back in his room, I put on my brace with a long sigh. Grey doesn't make a move to put a shirt on and quite frankly, I'm glad. I could stare at his goodies all day long.
He opens his door and leads me out. I hear talking. A lot of talking.
"Grey, how many people are here?" I stress. He turns around and gives a one-shouldered shrug.
"Probably fifteen," my eyes widen and I shake my head, stopping in my tracks.
"I'm not going," I announce and he rolls his eyes.
"Don't act like your shy," he says, knowing I'm the furthest thing from shy. He grabs my hand but I plant my feet in the ground like that'll totally stop him from taking me anywhere.
"I'm not going," I repeat as if those are the only words I'm programmed to say. What would I even do in a room full of people who I don't know? I'd try to talk but they'd only ignore me like everyone else.
It's pretty much a given that they'll hate me. Everyone does. Grey did when he first met me. Probably still a little actually.
"Fine, stay there," he begins walking away and I smile a little in victory.
He gets a good four steps away before turning around and storming back toward me. I try to get away but I'm not all that fast considering my predicament in the knee region.
He grips onto my hand and begins pulling me. I dig my feet into the ground and that does one-hundred percent, absolutely nothing at all. So, I fall to the ground like a dead weight.
"God, you're a child," he grumbles and I, fully on my back, stare up at him. He lets go of my hand only to grab onto my non-injured leg and continue to drag me.
"Grey," I warn, "I swear if you drag me in there, I'll..."
"You'll what? Huh?"
"I'll dognap Bear," I speak my threat and he narrows his eyes at me. I bet a hundred dollars that it'd be the easiest dognap ever. He'd probably just follow me wherever and be happy and excited while doing it.
"I'm not scared of your threats, Lilah."
"Ooh, you should be," I warn him, "I'm a dangerous little person."
His grip loosens and I take that as my chance to escape.
I turn over on my stomach quickly and use my little arm strength to grab onto the doorframes and drag myself back to his room.
He grabs my foot and pulls me back, effectively riding up my shirt to right under my bra.
He turns me back over and I'm laying there, my stomach all out and exposed.
"Now look," I motion toward my stomach and his eyes look there, "you've gone and got my belly button cold."
I lower my shirt back down and he raises it back. I get goosebumps and they're kind of obvious, which is fantastic.
"What's that?" he points to the scar on my ribs where I had surgery on the stupid things.
"A scar."
"No shit."
"Oh yes."
"Where'd it come from?" he questions and I let out a little sigh.
"I once saved a child from a train," I sigh dramatically
"Shit," he draws out sarcastically.
"The crash. I have metal plates in my ribs," I explain.
"I didn't mean to bring it up."
"It's okay," I offer him a smile, sitting up. He grabs my hands and helps me stand.
"Now c' mon," he urges and I plant my feet again.
"What's the deal?" he huffs out and I fiddle with my fingers. He grabs them to get me to stop.
"No one likes me," I start quietly, "those people won't either."
"And I'll punch them in the fuckin' dicks. Quit being bashful because you know you're not, let's go," he says and although he threatened a whole bunch of peepee's he made me feel a bit better. I sigh and unplant my feet.
I keep my head down as we walk into the loud living room. I almost whine when the room suddenly gets quite a bit quieter.
"Goddamn, I thought you were kiddin'," a voice near me says.
"I told you," the voice from this morning responds.
"Azalea?" Jai's voice questions and a breath of relief escapes my lips. I look up to see him sitting on the couch beside the guy I told he had a small peter. My eyes narrow a little at him. Faint bruises cover his face and I would high five the person who did that to him if I knew who it was.
I look around the room and Grey was right. Fifteen or so guys look back at me.
I've never been surrounded by so many guys in my life. They all look perfect for my pimping business.
Grey pulls me into the kitchen and I hear Jai follow, and some other people.
"Are your lungs deflated?" Karter, the guy who I called Dr. Weiner when he checked out my knee, asks.
"Grey was laying right on top of you. Fully on top of you. I didn't even see you until he rolled off," a guy with the prettiest hazel eyes I've ever seen says.
Am I lost in his eyes? Yes.
"You have really nice eyes," I blurt, "the color."
A little smile reaches his lips and his cheeks tinge the lightest color of pink. I hold back an aw. I want to hug him he's so cute.
"Thank you," he clears his throat and Grey gives my hand a rough tug, pulling me closer to him.
"I'm Theo," he smiles.
"She's Azalea, now enough," Grey grumbles and Jai smirks a little from beside Theo.
"Have I seen you somewhere before?" another guy asks. I'm mesmerized by his butt. It's very nice. And round. I'm a pervert.
"No," I shake my head, "I would've remembered you."
"Why is that?" he tilts his head a little smirk on his face.
"Because your butt is very nice," I blab and the smirk grows.
"How's that knee?" Karter asks.
Wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy?
He moves to touch it. I move it away.
"I swear, you're going to get kicked in the face-hole," I warn.
I feel Grey's eyes on the side of my face. I look at him through the corner of my eye and see that he's looking at me with a little smirk on his face.
"I swear she's my favorite person," Jai gives me a wink, nudging nice-butt-guy. I'm lifted like a child by my underarms and sat on the marble kitchen counter. I look at Grey's face to give him a 'really' look but he looks unhappy.
"What's the matter?" I question quietly and he shakes his head although I see his jaw ticking.
"You need to change that, Grey," Karter nods to Grey's bandage which covers the horrific stab wound.
Karter moves forward and grabs the items we left out from me doing it for Grey last night. Grey only takes it out of his hand.
"You're not fuckin' touching me you rough fuck," he glares icily at Karter and my eyebrows raise in surprise.
"C'mere Lilah, " he walks over to me, handing me the stuff.
"And you're not supposed to be lifting-" he refers to Grey lifting me onto the counter but is cut off.
"Kiss my ass," he says to Karter who seems pretty much unfazed. It's now that I realize that even from the beginning Grey was on the nicer side to me.
"You're gentle," he speaks softly to me and I bite my lip, keeping the huge smile off my lips.
"I still hurt you though," I begin taking the bandage off.
"Not enough to make me kick your ass," he mumbles and my eyes widen as I meet his.
"Not that I would ever, " he recovers quickly, "that didn't come out right."
Karter must've gotten his butt whooped then. Speaking of that, I do see a little cut on his lip and a slight bruise on the bridge of his nose.