Chapter 32 Apples
?Azalea?
I watch as Grey sends Abby certain looks. Not necessarily nice ones. More like little glares.
"Grey," I warn him. He crosses his arms over his chest. He grumbles under his breath and picks up his boots, walking over to the couch.
He was supposed to leave before Abby came to pick me up but he told Jai that whatever they're doing can wait a little while longer.
I'm not sure if that is a good thing. Someone could be on the verge of death and he's just like 'that fella can wait'.
"Where's your friend that you said was coming?" I question her.
"She's waiting in the car. She didn't feel like coming in. I have to warn you, she's not in the best of moods. Her boyfriend just broke up with her," she winces and I grip my heart. That makes my heart hurt for her.
"I like your dress," I look at her dark red dress. It's more revealing than anything I thought she would ever wear. The neckline swoops low and it is risen up to her upper thighs. I begin feeling slightly self-conscious looking down at my dress.
It's not nearly as short as hers in the neckline or in full-length.
Abby has really nice, tan, long legs too. And she's wearing high heels?
I don't even own a pair of high heels.
"Stop it, Azalea Delilah," Grey's dark voice interrupts my train of thought. I look over at him to see his face set in a stern and serious look.
"You don't even know what I was thinking," I try and he stands up, moseying over to me, his harshly set eyes never leaving mine.
"The fuck I don't. Now quit," he softens the closer he gets to me. I don't doubt the fact that he knows exactly what I'm thinking.
Bear rubs up against my legs, steering clear of Abby just like we told him too.
He's such a good boy. Abby's allergic and I don't think I've ever felt so bad for someone.
I couldn't imagine being allergic to Bear.
Jake was allergic to dogs too, that's why we never had one.
My father too. And what dad said, went. He controlled the house and made us all follow what he said.
"Can I use y'all's bathroom really quick before we go?" she questions and I turn my attention back to her.
"Of course! Down the hall and it's the first door on the right," I point and she nods, following my directions.
I look over to Grey.
"But she's wearing, like, show-ey stuff. Look at me, Grey," I hold my arms out and his eyes trail down my body.
"I'm looking. You look perfect."
"But nothing like her. And if that's what she's wearing then I can't imagine what other people are wearing. I'm going to look like a saint," I look down at the neckline of my shirt.
"And you are, don't fuckin' forget it Lilah. A child of God," he throws an arm around my neck and pulls my face into his chest. I groan. I think about biting him but I don't.
"You're cute," he tells me. So is he.
"That's the problem," I scrunch the nose.
"Shut up. I'm not done," he says.
"You're cute. You're beautiful, gorgeous, everything great," he leans down closer to me.
"And you're sexy," he throws out the word 'sexy' lazily, lowly, and all with a beautiful smirk on his face.
"That's funny," I snort.
"You make me hard."
"Excuse me sir."
"Who cares what other people think?"
"I don't know."
"You know when we first met?" he questions and I nod, a small smile threatening to break out on my lips.
"When I fell over your foot," I giggle.
"I tripped you," he says and I stop laughing.
"Why in the world? I could have died!" I gasp.
"Dramatic ass," he grumbles.
"Why'd you trip me?"
"Because I thought you were fucking sexy," he smirks. I furrow my eyebrows thinking back to that day.
"I feel slightly like you're fibbing to me. I was wearing cloth shorts, a sweatshirt, and-"
"Flip flops," he finishes, "I know."
"So uh, you're into the homeless-looking type, huh?"
"Kiss my ass," he chuckles, kissing my forehead, "you didn't look homeless."
"You know I had no idea what you looked like? I couldn't see your face or anything," I tell him.
"I could see you. There was a sliver of light that was shining right over you. Damn I wanted to fuck your brains out," he draws out and my eyebrows raise.
"Then you opened your mouth," he says and I narrow my eyes at him.
"But now I love you so it's worked out," he shrugs, "and I still want to fuck your brains out."
He leans down and places his lips on mine, his hands trailing down to my gluteus maximus. I pat both his cheeks, smiling into the kiss.
He sticks his hand up under the back of my dress and he fiddles with the top of my underwear. Just as I'm about to pull away to tell him that he better quit, he grips it firmly and he pulls it up.
A term I learned from the show iCarly flashes in my mind. A freaking Texas Wedgie.
I shoot away from him, gasping.
"Grey!" I shout. Bear jumps up excitedly feeding off our high energy.
"C'mere," he chuckles.
"Uh uh," I shake my head, "you're not touching me. And forget helping me take my dress off after I get home!"
"Shh," he hushes me chuckling, "Abby's going to think we're horny motherfuckers."
"What does that have to do with anything?!"
"Jesus help us," he shakes his, pinching the bridge of his nose and I fix my underwear. I walk to our room really quick and put on a pair of spandex under the dress, figuring it'd be a good idea.
Who knows, maybe I'll need to attempt a kart wheel and I don't want my dress to fly up to reveal my under draws.
"-don't leave her alone. She'll die." I catch the last part of what Grey is saying to Abby as I walk back into the room.
"I will most certainly not die. Who's the dramatic one now?" I place my hands on my hips.
"I just can't be there for you if something does happen Lilah," he says, "I'll be three hours away tonight."
That makes my heart sink a bit. What if I do need him?
"Abby, you best stay with me."
"I will, I promise," she laughs, "We should get going."
"Be good Bear. Don't poop anywhere please and thank you," I bend down kissing the top of his head.
Grey keeps his hand on the back of my dress, holding it down so it doesn't rise up when I bend over.
Even though I put those spandex on. When I stand back up, he lets go, patting Bear's head a few times before grabbing his keys off the table and handing me mine.
He turns the lights off except for one. He used to turn them all off but I convinced him that Bear shouldn't be in the dark. What if he's scared of the dark? So now he leaves one on for him.
We walk out into the chilly night air and I wrap my arms around myself. Grey grips onto me and pulls me to his Jeep. He opens the door and hands me the jacket he keeps in it.
"Look at you being all sweet, Sugar," I smile up at him. He rolls his eyes, pulling his jacket closed, keeping me warm.
"I don't like this at all," he tells me seriously. I know he doesn't.
"But I'm not about to tell you that you're not allowed to go. You've had enough controlling motherfuckers in your life. I just want you safe," he tilts my chin up to him.
I love him.
"When you get back we can order food," he places his hand on my stomach, "you're hungry now but what was the rule I told you?"
"First of all, I'm not even hungry right now, and second, the rule was don't eat anything at that party, no matter how good it looks or smells."
"Good. Be careful for the love of God. And you're coming home straight after, right?"
"Lord willing and the creek don't rise," I nod.
"I'll be waiting for you. Text me every ten minutes, I'm not fuckin' playing, you better blow up my phone. I love you," he bends, kissing me.
"I love you too. And you better be careful too. Watch for those headbutts," I smack his booty, turning to leave. He grips my wrist and pulls me back to him, kissing me once more.
"I love your sexy, godly little self. Don't forget that's what you are," he smacks his hand down on my butt.
"You're such a male stripper. A Jesus-loving male stripper. Where am I going with this? You're going to make me some good money someday," I slap his butt too.
"Okay, I feel like you're trying to get me to keep talking, I'm going now you sneaky," I walk to where Abby is waiting for me.
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"Bekah," Abby starts as I get in the car, "this is my friend, Azalea."
"Hi Azalea," Bekah says monotonously. I can't blame the poor girl, her boyfriend just broke up with her.
"Hi Bekah," I smile even though she can't see me.
We set out on the hour-long car ride. Bekah mostly just turns up the radio, not making room for much conversation.
I'd hate to be ridiculous and I know that it's Abby's car but their taste in music is nowhere near similar to mine.
I don't think I know a single word to any of their Ariana Grande songs. But I don't complain.
But when I get home though, I'm busting Grey's eardrums with Cherry Pie. And Def Leppard.
We finally pull up to a huge house. My heart falls to my stomach and my hands turn clammy upon seeing all the people here. Hundreds. People out in the large yard, people on the wrap around porch, there are people everywhere.
I'm starting to regret this just a bit. The girls get out of the car and I follow slowly, swallowing nervously.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Abby chuckles, coming up beside me.
"I'm just a little nervous," I admit, laughing sheepishly.
"Nice dress," Bekah flits her eyes over to me, her tone less than sincere. I look down at my feet.
"Bekah? What's wrong with you?" Abby scoffs, "just because you're dealing with your own shit doesn't mean you can take it out on her."
Bekah ignores the comment said by Abby and takes out a small-sized bottle of Fireball, chugging it.
I send a text to Grey.
'I didn't make it to the party. We're currently being held hostage at a gas station-whoop nevermind I've just been killed.'
Hardly any time passes before he responds.
'RIP'
Abby leads us to the front door and I admire the confidence she has. We walk past two guys who act as guards to the sides of the front door. I keep my eyes downcast.