Page 103 of Lilah
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 forhours, 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 saynothing.
"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'sass? 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 hugme,you kissme,you sleep withme,you're showingmehow 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 Iamhis friend. That I'm here for him and that I'm not something that he should worry about because I'm hisfriend.
"I don't want to be your fucking friend."
