Chapter 16 Miami #2
I stand up and walk away from her.
Not what I want.
I fall onto my bed at the hotel and with my clothes on and everything, I sleep.
I wake up with a slight headache and a pissy attitude. We all pack up our shit and board the plane, hangovers and all.
No one talks to anyone and I wish they had hangovers all the fucking time. We land in Nashville and split from there. Most of the guys go home. I go to Mr. Terrip's.
Walking in the front, I'm met by the frail old man that Azalea loves so much. He peers up at me from his desk.
"Your Azalea is near the back," he nods to the back of the store.
My Azalea.
I see the back of her as she picks up a handful of books, rearranging them on the shelf that is eye level with her.
My heart does weird shit when she lightly shakes those fucking hips.
She turns suddenly and the books fly out of her hands. She shimmies happily when she sees me before extending her arms out, a wide smile on her face.
Her body finally touches mine.
"Did you miss me, Sugar?" That damn name passes her lips. It pisses me off how easily that name can make me get goosebumps.
I'm pretty fucking sure I did miss her. I just give her a little nod to which she giggles.
"C'mere," her hand falls to my back and I'm put in a fucking trance when her bottom lip rolls into her mouth.
"Did you catch your bad guy-fella?" she questions, sitting down on a couch in a clearing of the shelves, pulling me down with her.
"Or girl!" She says suddenly.
"I could just as easily be a wanted person. I've done so many illegal things, it isn't even funny," I watch her intently as she talks. The fact that she talks so much used to annoy the living shit out of me. Now I just like the sound of her voice.
And the wild shit that comes out of her mouth.
God, why did I miss her so much?
"Why are you being so quiet?" she asks, tilting her head in curiosity. A blonde lock falls across her face and barely a second passes before I'm getting it out of the way, scowling at how it was covering her from me.
"When do I ask for you to be my girlfriend?"
Being so close to her, I feel the intake of air she breathes in when I ask the question.
"I'm just slightly confused on why it is that you still want to be...um," she hesitates, "with me?"
Hell if I know. In case she hasn't fucking noticed, I've never been in an actual relationship.
I steered clear of the whole relationship thing. If you can't treat a girl right, why put her through your shit? But I can't fucking stay away from the girl in front of me. And I hope to God she's already been through the worst of my shit.
I'm learning. I watch the ways she talks to me and I try my hardest to mimic the softness. Except for times when I get pissed off.
I've gotten my first fit of jealousy. Still haven't gotten over it actually.
I'm drawn to her. So fucking drawn to her and I don't know why. My hands always need to be on her. I always need to see her. And I'm pretty fucking happy hearing her voice.
I look down at my hands that lay on the smooth skin of her bare thighs.
"Whenever you would want," she explains. I stay quiet.
"Don't ask me now," she blurts, "I'm a simple child, but I'd rather be asked without knowing you're going to ask me."
"You're not a child," I grumble.
"Right."
"I missed you," I admit just leaving out the 'a lot' part.
Her mouth opens and a little gasp leaves her lips.
Then her face morphs into the same one she has when she sees Bear.
Her hand comes to rest on the side of my face and before my heart can do that shit it does when she touches me, she opens her damn mouth.
"You're so cute."
Are you fucking kidding me?
Theo's got pretty fucking eyes, Maxon's got the perfect ass for her, Linc's got the hair she fucking adores, and what the fuck am I? Oh, I'm pretty fucking cute.
"What?" her voice turns into a teasing one which only makes my scowl deepen, "you don't like being called cute?"
I can't tell.
"At least she doesn't think you're ugly," Mr. Terrip's weathered voice sings as he strolls by us which elicits a giggle from her.
"So where'd you go?" her words barely register as she presses herself up against me on the couch.
"Miami," I grunt out.
She looks at me for a minute, her eyes taking me in.
"I think you need a little hug," she says softly before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I trace the waistband of the back of her shorts before casually slipping my arm under her, picking her up, and pulling her onto my lap.
She fits right on top of me so fucking well.
My hand trails up the back of her shirt and she lets out a soft breath.
I run my fingers down that fucking sexy crease in the middle of her back, making sure to keep my eyes trained on her, taking in the way she tenses and slightly digs her hips down into mine.
Fuck.
She slightly leans closer to me and I press a kiss on her soft cheek.
"What are you doing Azalea?" A guy's voice says and she pulls away from me. I scowl.
"Giving Grey a hug," she explains simply.
"Yeah, while he's feeling you up?" the guy asks unhappily, motioning to my hand which is still under her shirt.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
"Aaron. He's not feeling me up," she rolls her eyes. I was slightly feeling her up.
I glare at him. She slides off my lap and I glare at him harder.
"The dickhead-" he starts and I start standing. She grabs onto the back of my shirt and keeps me down.
Why the fuck is her grip strong as hell?
"Don't start," she mumbles to me and I give her a scowl. She narrows her eyes at my look.
Who the fuck calls someone a dickhead anymore?
"Aaron, don't call him that," she tells him and my heart does stupid shit at her being the only person to ever defend me.
"You said he was a dickhead the last time I said he was," Aaron argues.
She said I was a dickhead?
"What the fuck," I turn to her.
"I only said that because that was when you were," she says apologetically.
I deserved it. I still do.
I treated her like shit just because I was too caught up in the fact that I could never be deserving of a girl as fucking perfect as her. Also knowing that she's Jake's little sister. I took out my anger on her. I deserve to be called worse than just a dickhead.
"He still is!" Aaron exclaims like he knows shit.
"He's taking advantage of you, Azalea. You're young and he just wants to get in your pants. How old is this guy anyway?" He hits a pretty big nerve in saying that I'm taking advantage of the one person who is my only chance at having for longer than a night.
"Who the fuck are you to say I'm taking advantage of her?" I stand, getting up real close to him.
"You don't know shit," I sneer down at him.
"Just because some guy shows interest in you, that doesn't mean he wants anything other than sex," he looks at over at her.
"You can't act like you know him, Aaron," she comes up close to him, the most serious look I've ever seen on her face. He pissed little Lilah off.
"You're naive, Azalea," He stresses.
"And you're being a freaking jerk! What is wrong with you?" She shoves at his chest. He pissed her off bad.
"You're going to get fucked over," they have their own conversation about me, acting like I'm not even fucking here.
"He's old and he only wants one thing," he adds. Goddamn, what am I? Fucking fifty? Shit.
"He's twenty-four!"
"Twenty-five," I lightly nudge her and she gasps, turning to me.
"Did you just have a birthday?" She asks.
"A couple weeks ago," I shrug a single shoulder. She furrows her eyebrows at me.
"And you didn't tell me, that's not nice."
"Azalea, focus," Aaron says and she turns back to him.
"He's twenty-five," she says.
"Yeah and look at him!" He motions to me and my eyes narrow.
"He's got a fucking sleeve! Drug addicts, criminals, and gang members have sleeves," he stresses.
"What the fuck do you know?" I look at his polo shirt.
Some fucking rich boy.
"You've been sheltered your whole fucking life, I can see it now," I sneer at him, "you wouldn't know the difference between real life and the shit your parents put in your head."
"And what? Let me guess? You don't have parents?" He mocks.
Is this guy fucking for real?
"Aaron, why would you say that? That's terrible to say," she places her hand on my back.
"Azalea, Jake wouldn't want you around people like this," he obviously hits a strong nerve when I feel her whole body tense.
If only this fucker knew.
Who the fuck brings up a dead family member like that?
"You know what your problem is? All you do is judge.
Grey is nothing like you think and don't bring Jake up to win an argument against me.
Sure, he may be rough around the edges and a little scary looking because he's a big guy but I bet you didn't know that he gives the worlds best hugs, he's got a darling puppy named Bear, and that he finds bad guys for a living! "
"He fiddles with my scrunchie when he's stressed," she lifts my wrist where her scrunchie sits.
"He's not very good at dodging headbutts," she says.
I frown.
"But he's considerate and he listens to me and he hugs me when I'm sad and he doesn't judge me, especially when I eat a whole entire pizza by myself," she finishes all in one breath and my eyes don't stray from her.
So I'm doing things right I guess.
Her hand falls down to my ass. She gives it a continuous pat that could nearly send me to fucking sleep. I don't even think about stopping her.
"I don't want you to get hurt, Azalea," Aaron's voice takes a softer tone.
"I know Aaron, I'll be okay, I promise. But if you don't want me hurt, then don't be mean to him," she says sternly.
I can't fucking believe I was ever so terrible to her. She's the one person who least deserves it.
"Same goes to you Grey," she says and my eyebrows furrow. I did jack shit to this fuck.
"Fighting in my store does nothing when it comes to me trying to get customers," Mr. Terrip walks by us, a couple of books in his hands.
"Sorry," she apologizes as he saunters away.
"What are you doing here, Aaron?" she questions.
"I came to see you Azzy," Aaron steps forward putting an arm around her. I feel the glare return full force along with a strong ass feeling of wanting to punch him in the fucking face.
She lifts her head, smiling up at him.
Glad that I'm just fucking sitting here watching them be all goddamn loving toward each other, what the fuck?
"I'm going," I walk forward, fed the fuck up.
"Wait, Grey," she calls out but I ignore her and Mr. Terrip's knowing eyes as I pass by him.
I can dodge a headbutt just fucking fine.
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I've just now realized how many time Grey says the F word (As some of you have noticed), like a lot. Anyways, thank you for reading!
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-Ashlyn Montgomery