Page 13 of Lilah
That'd be the worst way to die. To choke on an Oreo chunk in front of the most attractive man I've ever seen.
He clenches his strong jaw and I wince internally.
He just doesn't seem to like me at all really.
"Knoxville," he grumbles and I smile.
"Why are you asking so many goddamn questions?" His face turns back into a dark glare.
"Well," I fiddle with my straw, "I just like making new friends."
New friends? More like, I like trying to get even one friend.
"What makes you think I want to be your friend," his dark eyes search my face.
I think the opposite, quite honestly. I'm just surprised he's stayed here in front of me for this long.
"Everybody needs a friend," I smile, averting my bright green eyes from his.
Ineed a friend.
That's true for some. Sometimes, people don't want friends and they like to be alone. That's not me.
With all the thoughts that run through my head daily, I need someone to talk to or I may end up in a mental facility.
"Th-"
Before I can even finish adding onto my 'everyone needs a friend' argument, he shoots up from his seat. He grasps my arm and pulls me out of my seat, startling me nearly to death.
Now is where he robs me of my remaining two dollars and kicks me in the throat.
"Is everything okay?" I mumble as he drags me through an employee only door, a pain travels through my knee and up my leg but I try to ignore it.
I thought it would be better by now.
"Um, Grey?" I question softly as we finally come to a stop.
I look around to see a lot of milk, for milkshakes, and lots of fruit.
"Did you want some fruit, or..?" I face him again.
He looks out the small window of the door and my eyebrows furrow.
Oh no.
My keys. And more importantly, my milkshake.
"Grey, my keys are out there," I say only to get ignored.
"What if they get stol-" he cuts me off by pushing away from the door and coming to stand directly in front of me.
"Do you ever shut your mouth?" he asks pretty angrily.
I didn't know I had to. Pardon me for speaking my mind and trying to save my milkshake from its potential hungry kidnapper.
"Are those the only words you can say?" I question, referring to the multiple times he's already asked me that.
That question doesn't appear to make him happy. Not much seems to make him happy. Not even milkshakes.
