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"You do," I reply, with a slight eye roll. "Adrian, be a dear and get me my shirt from that corner over there."
"Do it yourself."
"What- No! I'm near naked!" I sputter but that only makes him smirk. "Adrian Black, you better go and get me my fucking clothes like the decent man you are."
"I'm not decent. I'll admire your body while you go and get your clothes," He confesses frankly.
"You pervert!"
"Your pervert."
"I hope you choke on something!"
"I'd rather have you choking on my d-" He begins to tease.
"LALALALALA! I don't hear what you're saying!" I sing, closing my ears with my hands. "Fine, I'll go get them myself!" I hiss at him, self consciously rolling out bed, still in my underwear and bra.
I feel so flat... I bet Ava was sexier in her underwear than me. When I turn back around and walk towards the bed, I cover my chest with my shirt in my hand. "Stop staring," I grumble monotonously.
"I was just admiring how gorgeous you look," He tells me truthfully. I slip into my shirt, but don't wear my jeans. Who wears jeans this early in the morning? I still criss cross next to Adrian, leaning against his shoulder. He glances at the scars on my legs, mostly the burn scar and frowns.
"You do know that they don't hurt anymore? Physically."
"If your dad asked for forgiveness, would you forgive him?" He asks me. Ha! If my dad asked for forgiveness? That's impossible.
"I don't know. I don't know what he's like sober, so I'm not sure if I would forgive him then. He did so much damage to me, but he was fighting wars himself. I was just caught in the crossfire."
"You're so thoughtful," He kisses my forehead and butterflies erupt in my stomach again. Damn!
"We should start heading home now," I start. "I have work at nine until six."
"Take a day off."
"I can't. I need the money."
"Move in with me," He offers.
"No, I can't," I sigh. "I just moved out. I'm not coming back. Let's just go, I'll brush my teeth and shower. You should get ready too," I let out a really loud yawn. "That reminds me, did I kick you off the bed last night?"
He shakes his head. "I like the floor." Don't we all? It keeps us from sinking into the earth. I pat the floor affectionately.
"Oh, I see," I nod. "Well, Addy-Baddy, I'll see you after my shower I guess."
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I fell asleep in the car while listening to whatever Adrian was playing on the radio. I mean, ew?! I think he was listening to rap songs. The entire song was written in curse words.
Then he increases the volume, and begins to rap along. No! My ears!
"My innocent ears! I've never heard so many fucking curse words in my entire fucking life! What bitch ass fucker is singing this? This shit weaker than my ribs!" I groan.
"You said more curse words than in the entire song."
"Touche."
Adrian takes an exit that we weren't supposed to take. "Adrian, that's the wrong exit."
"Is it?" There's a triumphant tone in his voice, which I'm not sure I like. "Let's take a bathroom break."
"I don't have to pee."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, maybe I should just in case..."
"Exactly. While you're in the bathroom, I'll be sitting in the car," He tells me. I get slightly suspicious, but I shake it off. He pulls into a gas station that looks just about in the middle of nowhere.
I give one last suspicious look before walking over towards the bathroom in the store. I don't pee, but I just check myself in the mirror, wash my hands for fun, and shoot finger guns at myself cockily.
"Looking good," I tell myself. "Better than usual, anyway."
Then I hear a gunshot. My mind instantly thinks about Adrian and I sprint out of the bathroom, my heart racing along with my legs.
I see Adrian casually sitting in the car as if nothing happened.
"Did I hear a gunshot?!" I shout at Adrian. He turns to me, with a calm and casual look in his face.
"I didn't hear anything."
"But- I- You- Bathroom- What-" I sputter. I must be losing my mind. "Let's just go." I get back in the car, and Adrian starts it. Just as he begins to drive, the car starts to move like a horse. "Is there a flat tire?"
"Is there?" He sounds way too surprised. I roll my eyes and get out of the car to check for a flat tire. When I get to the back, I notice a large hole in the tire. And it looks perfectly round.
"Adrian, is this a fucking bullethole?!"
"Oh, is it?" He's now leaning against the car with his arms crossed over his chest. He's so calm about it! Someone just shot his car, he should be freaking out right now. Unless... no. He wouldn't.
But he did. "You shot your own car?"
"Did I?"
"I will hurt your baby-making tool if you keep at it," I threaten.
"You wouldn't do that. It's too precious to you."
He is so... right! Ugh! That cocky son of a bitch! Who also happened to be my boyfriend! I wanted to smack him upside in the face!
"How are we going to get this car fixed when we're in the middle of nowhere?!" I wail.
"I already called the mechanic. It'll take him two hours to get here, and half an hour to fix, so for the next two and a half ours we can stay in a cute little inn over there, just a couple minutes of a walk away."
He planned this?! "I hate you for this! You know I had work! Now I'll lose a part of my paycheck!"
"I just wanted to spend more time with you," He mumbles. "I didn't really think it through. You were on my mind the whole time."
Aw! How am I supposed to say mad this cutie pie. "What are we going to do about my paycheck?"
"I'll pay you..." He closes his eyes, almost as if he's internally cringing. "I didn't mean it that way." I snort and pat his shoulder comfortingly.
"I'll stay with you," I laugh. "At the inn." His lips start to twitch up into a smile when I hear a phone ring. It's not mine, because my ringtone doesn't match this. Adrian fishes his phone out of his black ripped jeans' pockets and squints at it.
Then he picks up. I notice his eyes instantly darken, and he faces away from me. He doesn't speak, he just listens. When he's done he walks closer to me, wrapping his hands around my waist. Almost... possessively. He calls someone else.
"Blake... I don't care if you were busy... find out where that number came from... also send a car here as fast as possible... and backup," He hangs up, his jaw slightly ticking and his muscles tense.
Just then, I hear my phone ring. It's Cabby. I pick up, and loosen myself from Adrian's grip. "Hey Cabby," I smile.
"Where are you?" His voice sounds tense and... worried. What's going on?
"In the middle of nowhere, why?"
"Is Adrian with you?"
"Yeah."
"Tell him to not panic when I send white cars over."
"But why?"
"Don't worry, just tell him not to fire."
"Oh, okay." He hangs up on me. He never hung up on me. I was always the one to hang up.
What the hell was happening?
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a/n: what the hell is happening? of course i know but you don't, so i'll let you think about it. :)
and i hope you liked this chapter! it was slightly dry- i've been in a dark mood lately, so like lemme just go watch some bts vids to brighten my mood up.
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