Chapter 14 Nothing #3
I change his bandage carefully and gently and as soon as I'm done, he grabs a plate and sticks it in my hands.
"Eat," he demands. I sigh unhappily at his tone.
"Please eat," he fixes it real quick and I give him a smile. He helps me off the counter and leads me to the dining room table where a few other guys sit and eat or talk.
I take a seat and before I can even dig in, my eyes find the hair of the guy in the seat closest to me.
I fall in love with his curtain style haircut and soft light brown hair. His hair reminds me of Jared Leto's on the show Camp Wilder.
"Azalea," Jai comes next to me, getting the attention of amazing-hair-guy who looks at me.
"You gonna eat that?" Jai points to the bacon on my plate. I lean forward, closer to Jared Leto's hair clone.
"I love your hair," I smile, looking up at it. I bite my lip at it. I want to play with it. I bet it's soft.
"Thank you," he leans his chin on his hand, grinning widely and I watch as a piece of hair falls over his eye.
"I love your smile," he says and I hold my heart. No one's ever told me that before.
"Thank you," I gush sincerely.
"You're a cutie," he chuckles and I hold my heart again. No one's ever told me that before either.
Did I make a friend?
"Linc," Jai calls out but Linc ignores him, still keeping his eyes on me while I watch his hair.
"Lincoln!" Jai calls louder, finally getting his attention, "you better watch yourself you horny bastard. Grey oughtta whoop your ass for flirting with her."
He was flirting with me? I turn to where Grey was standing but he's gone. Why would he even be that upset about it?
Yeah sure, just leave me here with all these guys, that's fine.
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At six thirty at night, Grey finally gets all the guys out of the house. He hasn't spoken to me since I bandaged him up earlier and I'm slowly planning to kick him in that nice butt of his.
He closes the door and with the glare that's been on his face for hours, he sits on the couch scowling at the tv.
"What's wrong?" I ask him for the fifth time since earlier. He only shakes his head. He doesn't even say nothing.
"Grey," I deadpan, knowing he's lying.
He directs his glare toward me. Excuse me sir.
"Nothing," he says darkly. I stay silent, my hand rubbing up and down Bear's back.
I don't even remember doing anything to him. To make things worse, he won't even tell me if it was me and what I did or did not do.
"Fine," I huff. A good ten seconds pass.
"If you would just tell me then we could solve whatever is wron-"
"Fuck," he curses, standing from his seated position and pacing around the room slowly, his hands fussing with my scrunchie harshly.
"You're fucking with me Azalea," he says my actual name and I know something is serious.
"What do you mean?" I ask softly.
"You're fucking with my head," his jaw ticks continuously.
"I don't understand Grey," I say quietly, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
"How do you fuckin' think it makes me feel when you're off telling those fucks that you like their hair? Or their fucking eyes? And-goddammit Azalea, Maxon's ass? Are you serious?" he goes off and I watch him as he does.
Maybe I'm not the best at giving compliments.
"Well-" he cuts me off.
"I'm not fucking done," he says deeply and I shut up, "you hug me, you kiss me, you sleep with me, you're showing me how to do this, you don't say my eyes are fucking pretty, why the fuck are you saying it to them?"
I recall my attempt at making a friend to those few guys. I guess the approach for making guy friends and girl friends has to be different.
"I can't fucking do this if all you are is another thing to worry about. I don't need that shit and I sure as hell don't need some girl to be fucking with my head," he shakes his head.
"Grey you're like my best friend-"
"For fuck sake Azalea," he lifts his head to the ceiling.
I thought he wanted to hear that I am his friend. That I'm here for him and that I'm not something that he should worry about because I'm his friend.
"I don't want to be your fucking friend."
My heart falls and I look down at my hands, swallowing the lump in my throat. Are we really going back to the old way?
I hear him stop in front of me and bend down. He grips the sides of my face and tilts my head up to his.
"I can't be your friend when every time I look at you I want to fuck you. I want to touch you in places only I should be allowed to. I want your eyes always on me. I want to kiss you not here," he leans his forehead against mine.
"But here," he runs his thumb over my lip and I shudder.
Frick everything friendly.
"I know you think I'll hurt you. I know you do," he pulls away looking into my eyes, "I've already done it way too many times.
And I've got a lot to learn about this but I want to learn it from you.
I need you to straighten me out and help me get my shit together and I promise I can be more than just your friend. "
"Grey," I start as soft as a whisper placing my hand on the side of his face.
"I want to fall in love with you," he whispers.
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-Ashlyn Montgomery