11: He Made Me Mad

There's blood everywhere. Geez.

I was able to clean his face. His eyes and lip were easy. The extra blood that was splattered must've been Tyler's cause he didn't look that hurt to me. His eye was barely swollen and his lip had a minor cut. In all honesty, Tyler

definitely got it worse.

"Cheerleading?" He asks.

I look up from his hands that I was about to start working on. They actually did look hurt. But so far he hasn't flinched from the alcohol touching his skin, so I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't now either.

I shrug, "I got in apparently."

"And you refused," His mouth is in a small frown but I peg it as his form of showing pain from the alcohol.

I'm surprised he already knows what happened in the gym. He was fighting Tyler and had driven off but somehow still found out I rejected the cheerleading squad. Then I remembered, he's Oliver Grey.

"I did," I nod, "Best day of my life."

"Only you, Haze, only you."

I smile lightly at his words but grab the cloth and dab the alcohol on his hands. He doesn't flinch as I expected. I hiss slightly at what I see. His knuckles are battered up, no wonder with how much he punched Tyler.

"Why?"

"He made me mad."

I roll my eyes, "You said. I meant how he made you mad."

"He insulted someone."

"Grayson?" I wonder, thinking that's the only person Oliver would fight someone for, other than himself that is.

He doesn't respond and so I just keep working on cleaning his hands. I'm bandaging them up when he flips his hands over and traps my wrists. I stop what Om doing and look up at him. His eyes are on me already and I hold his gaze. His grip is tight meaning he wants to keep my attention on him.

"You."

My eyes widen slightly. He fought Tyler because of me? The fucking idiot.

"You shouldn't have done that."

He looks at me confused but doesn't say anything so I continue my train of thought, "I'm not worth fighting for."

"Haze," He begins.

I look up at him, becoming mesmerized with his eyes. Bruised up and everything he still looks perfect and gorgeous to me. I stare at him, waiting for him to finish.

"Yes?"

He pulls on my wrists ever so slightly. Making me lean forward towards him a little. My body is caught between his legs. I try to keep my eyes on his eyes but they drift down to his lips, expecting some consoling words to come out of them. Instead, I get a knock at the door.

"Hazel?" I hear Braden's voice on the other side of the door.

"Yeah. What's up, buddy?"

I realize Oliver still has my wrists trapped

in his hands, and he must too because he quickly lets go. My heart sinks a little at the speed he lets go of me. It was like the knock brought him back to reality and he realized who he was with. Hazel the Prude.

I walk over to the bathroom door and open it up to fund Braden standing there with his teddy bear in hand. He looks a little spooked so I can only imagine he had a nightmare.

"The shadow monsters."

I crouch down to his level and ruffle his hair. I smile at him and give him a short hug.

"They can't get you when I'm around, buddy."

He shakes his head a little, "Can you and Oliver protect me?"

I look up at Oliver who's standing pretty far back behind me watching us. He nods his head slightly and moves me over so he can stand in front of Braden.

"Braden, nothing gets past me."

He grabs Braden's hand and starts leading him to the twins' room.

"Coming, Hazel?" Braden asks.

And with that, before I can answer like a normal person, Oliver turns around and winks at me. I stop and stare at him but he's already out of the bedroom with Braden.

When I make it to the twins' room, Braden is already in bed. He's listening to whatever Oliver is saying to him. I can't hear because they're whispering but Braden is smiling so I know he's having a good time.

Goodnight, Braden."

"Bye bye, Oliver."

I smile at how good Oliver is with kids. You wouldn't think that such a bad boy would know how to interact with them. It took me a

while but he just walks in and knows what to do. It's cause he's Oliver Grey and he can do anything and everything perfectly.

"Thanks, by the way," I tell him once we're both in bed.

He looks to me and shrugs, "Can't have the shadow monsters get him."

"No, well, yes, but."

He looks at me intensely, making it hard to finish my thought. It happens every time he stares at me with his icy blue eyes. I forget how to function. I hate myself for it. Oliver Grey should have no such control over me.

"Thanks for punching Tyler."

He shrugs slightly, "I needed to punch something."

I nod, feeling a little hurt that he fought Tyler more for himself than for me. He just used me, used the opportunity that I'd left for him open so he could punch someone. It hurt to know I was being used. Because on top of everything, that's what I needed. Note my sarcasm.

"Oh."

I lay down and turn away from Oliver. He doesn't say anything but shuffles around on the couch before finding a comfortable position, a deep sigh coming out of his lips when he does.

I try not to turn around to look at him, but curiosity got the better of me. I flipped over just enough to see him and then whipped back around. Of course, why did I expect anything different? His back was to me and his shallow breathe was noticeable, making me realize he'd already fallen asleep.

I snuggle bringing the cover up a little more. My mind still wide awake even though my body was tired. It was thinking at highway speeds.

Emma was a cheerleader now. A full blown preppy cheerleader. Oliver Grey was on the football team. Kinda seems like the perfect movie couple. She'll probably fall prey to his charms anyway. He was most well known for getting some from all the cheerleaders on the team. Some mission of his to bang all the cheerleaders.

Maybe I should've said yes to the spot then. Could've finally gotten some, and from Oliver Grey nonetheless. I shake my head to rid myself of those thoughts. There will be not sex with Oliver Grey.

I roll my eyes at myself and open the drawer on my nightstand table. When I look inside I'm surprised to see a wad of cash and a note in neat handwriting that I know to be Oliver's.

'Pay those overdue bills,

lazy ass. - Oliver the Great ;)'

Such a romantic.

I smile at his note and feel relief wash over me as I realize that I now have the money to keep this household running. Thank god. Thank Oliver Grey.