Chapter 42 College
? Grey ?
"You're beautiful," I smile over at her. She turns her head over to me and a soft smile breaks out on her lips.
Stopping at a red light, I lean over to her and kiss her. Pulling away, I still can't keep my eyes off of her.
She's been through too much.
Fate hasn't been good to her, it's never been good to her. She's been through more shit than anybody I know and she still manages to smile and be happy.
She's fucking Wonderwoman.
When Mr. Terrip died, it killed her. It absolutely broke her to pieces and she didn't stop crying for a couple of days after. I was there with her every second.
I watched as she pieced herself back together in amazement. She's so unbelievably strong. So fucking indestructible.
She's stronger than I'll ever be, tenfold.
And driving on the way to UTK, I don't know how the fuck I'm going to be able to go almost a year without being with her every single day.
I don't like the thought of her constantly being surrounded by horny college fuckboys. I wanted a damn ring on her finger before she went but she wouldn't let me. Still.
She wouldn't even let me get a damn "promise ring". She says her necklace is enough but I say they don't know who gave her the fucking necklace.
"I'm going to miss Bear," she sticks her bottom lip out slightly. Well, fuck me I guess.
"Aw, baby, I'm gonna miss you so damn much too," I grumble and she giggles. The frown fades off my face.
"You big baby," she grips onto my hand, pulling it up to her like she's hugging it.
"You know how much I'm going to miss you," she says softly and I smirk.
"You showed me how much last night," I recall the greatest fucking sex of my life.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," she pinches my hand gently. She taps her fingers rhythmically on my hand.
"I'm nervous," she admits. There's nothing for her to be nervous about. Her roommate is Abby and I'll always be only a call away.
"What if I accidentally lock myself out of my room and Abby isn't there? What if I get offered drugs?" she gasps at the last one.
"You're thinking too much, Lilah," I give her hand a reassuring squeeze.
The only thing I'm worried about is her realizing how much she doesn't need me. Because she really doesn't. She's so fucking fine on her own, I'm astonished by how much she doesn't need me.
But fuck I need her.
"I don't know what I'm going to do without you with me," she tells me and my heart flutters.
"Talk to Abby," I offer.
"You're not the same as Abby. Plus, I can only kiss you and love you," I can hear the smile in her voice.
"I can only fuck you," I just throw the truth out there.
"You know what? You're so gosh darn vulgar," she shakes her head but I can see her legs clenching together.
She'd die at the sexual things I think about her on a day-to-day basis. I tell her 1/5 of what I think.
"We should get a cat-"
"Fuck no," I dismiss that thought right away.
"Not now, obviously," she shrugs.
"Not ever," I shake my head. Cats aren't my thing. All the cats I've ever been around have been little shits. Spawns of fucking satan.
"Mm, I don't think you're correct," she hums and I close my eyes, sighing internally.
Within the next year, we're probably getting a fucking cat.
She's fucking spoiled.
~~~
"What the fuck," I watch as a college male walks through the halls of Azalea's coed dorm. With a motherfucking towel around his waist.
He smirks at the new coming freshmen girls as he walks past them. I almost laugh. I almost giggle at the fuck.
"What in God's name?" Roman stops beside me, carrying some of Abby's luggage just like I'm carrying Azalea's. He snorts from beside me.
"Dude," he throws his head back, "this motherfucker."
"It'd be funny if the towel fell and everyone saw how small the fucker's dick is," I nudge Roman. He laughs harder as the guy gets closer to passing us.
"Man? Did you forget your clothes?" Roman blurts out to the guy who stops in front of us.
I bet he wears fucking polo shirts.
"Nah," he chuckles and I almost have to gag, "gotta show off a little bit."
"Show off what?" I blurt. What the fuck? I guess I'm Azalea 2.0 now. He halts his steps and turns to me, the cocky grin off his face now.
"Look, sorry you're jealous that I'm more fit than you, big guy," he gives me a shrug and I can't help but smile a little. I'm really about to giggle in this motherfucker's face.
"And plus, I've got a girl waiting for me in her room, I bet you don't," he shrugs.
Just because I'm juicy, according to Lilah, doesn't mean I'm not "fit."
"I'm a confident, strong, and independent woman." -Azalea Carson (soon hopefully Kingston) talking about things I should say to myself. Even though I'm not a woman.
And I'm glad I'm not fucking some college stranger. I'm fucking a college girl who just so happens to love the shit out of me. And I'd rather be doing that. Or her.
"Okay, buddy," Roman rolls his eyes, "run along now."
"No, I think I'll stay and talk for a bit," he says, acting like a child that doesn't want to be told what to do.
God this guy's boring as fuck to look at.
The elevator dings behind us and opens.
"Good heavens," Azalea exclaims, obviously seeing the fucker in front of us. I narrow my eyes as the guy's lips curl up into a flirty smirk.
Yeah, he better fucking not.
"Do you need clothes?" her sweet voice questions him. She probably thinks he's homeless. That makes me fucking smile. God, I love that woman.
"Yeah the fucker needs clothes," I nod to her and he clears his throat.
"This is a conversation between me and her, so why don't you go find your sister that you're helping move in or whatever," he tries shooing me away with his hand.
"It'd be funny if your towel fell," Azalea blurts.
"Or would you like it?" he smirks. Yeah, that's enough.
"No, she wouldn't like it," I glare at him.
"Oh," he draws out the word, "I see what this is."
"She's your sister," he nods like it's obvious. First of all, the fucker knows we're not related, we look absolutely nothing alike.
Lilah laughs. She thinks he's joking. Her common sense is shit but at least she's school-smart.
"Yeah, you think that," Abby speaks up sarcastically, "'til they fuck each other like rabbits."
My eyes widen a bit. I don't think I've ever heard Abby talk like that. Azalea's mouth opens a bit but she's still smiling. The guy's face in front of us falls.
It makes me wonder what all Lilah has told Abby. About the things we do. Together. In bed. And how often we do those things.
Apparently, we fuck like rabbits though.
We've got good stamina.
"Is that all?" Abby questions him. He opens his mouth then closes it again before sauntering away.
The two girls lead the way to their room in front of Roman and I.
"They really talk about that stuff?" Roman asks. I can't even begin to imagine what all Azalea has told Abby.
"I guess since Abby knows we fuck like rabbits," I sigh.
"Darling!" Lilah calls from in front of me, "Walk a little faster please."
"Yes, ma'am," I pick up my pace.
"Yes, ma'am," Roman mocks me quietly and I shoot him a glare to which he chuckles.
"Rome, step on the back of my shoe one more time and see what happens," Abby warns him.
"Sorry, hon'," he mumbles.
"Sorry, hon'," I mock him. Lilah opens the door to their room and she places the few things she's able to carry on her bed. I sit down the things I was carrying.
Over the next couple of hours, Azalea fixes up her bed. I do everything else in the damn room. She lays on the bed watching me as I finish up putting her clothes in drawers.
Roman and Abby have been done because they worked together.
I pull out my wallet and hold up the platinum bank card for her to see.
"On this is however much you need. It's linked with my bank account, okay? So whatever you need, you use this to get it," I pick up her purse and place the card in a space in her wallet, then I show her where I put it.
"You don't have to do that," she tells me softly, "I have the money that Mr. Terrip left me."
"You don't want it, I'll take it," Abby speaks up from the other side of the room.
"That fucker beside you makes 750,000 dollars a year, he can get you whatever the fuck you want," I point at Roman.
"You make 750k a year?" Azalea gasps.
"Don't look at me, ask Grey how much he makes," he nods to me. I'm well off, I guess.
"Well, he told me one time. He said he made 24k year," she mumbles. Her common sense, seriously, nearly zero percent.
"Wow. He was joking, by the way," Roman chuckles, leaning his head back against the pillows on Abby's bed.
"You crackhead," she scrunches her nose at me and I lean forward to her, placing my forehead against hers. I lean away and place a kiss under her ear.
"A couple million," I mumble and she shoots away, a gasp leaving her lips.
There's a lot that goes into the job. There are bonuses we get from doing jobs handed to us by the FBI, there are percentages each person in the FAA gets from each property we clear, and there are annual earnings, of course.
"Woah, hoss," she mumbles.
"Don't call me hoss," I place one more kiss on her lips.
"Well, I won't spend all your money, I promise," she grips onto my arm and pulls me onto the bed. It turns me on a little bit but obviously there are other people in the room, unfortunately.
"It's our money."
~~~
?Azalea?
Grey's sad. I can tell that much.
Sitting at the end of my bed, fixing my hairdo, he still lays underneath my covers looking down at me.
Abby and Roman are already saying their goodbyes as our orientation time comes closer and closer.
"I'll walk you to the car," I hear Abby tell Roman and soon I hear the door opening and closing. I scoot closer to him and eventually, I just wriggle my way on top of him.
I feel powerful above him. I feel like he really is my b-word. Even though he already is. I lay my body flat on top of him, not worrying about crushing him like he tries not to do to me.