Mischievous
899 Words
"We'll be back in a little while, guys. Don't go to dinner without us," Gray demands before we leave, "You'll have the pleasure of getting in my car. Are you excited?"
"Not really, I've only heard bad things about it," I answer honestly as we go down the stairs. I have the urge to count them, as usual, "Why don't you just buy a new car?"
"Because I'm saving up for a Harley. A motorcycle I've wanted all my life, but it's way too expensive and I'm not the best at saving money. I don't have anything saved up."
"Don't you get paid for your fights?" I ask, as we walk out of the building and into the parking lot.
"Very little. Very, very little and it all goes to my trainer and my promoter. I don't keep anything for myself. The money I make at the café evaporates and my dad gives us something monthly but..." he takes a deep breath and looks sideways at me, "It disappears fast.”
"On what?"
"On… stuff, you know," he mumbles awkwardly and stands as we pull up to a multi-colored ancestral car. It's not that it's artistic or anything, it's just sanded down, making certain places look a rusty color. The rest of the car is dull gray and the hood is dark green. But even though it looks old and has quite a few dents, I can tell it's a Bentley. And if I'm not mistaken those cars are pretty expensive, "Someday I'll get my Harley, Mid. I swear."
"I hope so. This thing looks awful," I mumble. I open the door and get in, grimacing immediately because it smells like doom and death in here. I try to roll down the window but there's nothing to do it with, "I need air."
"Sorry, that window's broken," he rolls down the one on his side and the two small windows in the back but it still still smells like something died in here, "I forgot to take my dirty clothes down. Unfortunately, we'll have to deal with that because I don't plan on going upstairs again."
"Okay, that's okay," I lie, and thank goodness as we start driving, the wind blows the smell around a bit.
"We'll stop by Baxter’s house first. Is that okay?" he asks, and I nod excitedly, "He's been asking about you a lot these past few days... I don't mind if you guys decide to get together or something, but don't try to take him away from me. And don’t leave me out.”
"Don't worry about it, I couldn't leave you out," I say in all honesty and move towards him to give him a little kiss on the cheek, "Besides, I like someone else."
Bastian.
"You like everyone," Gray teases, laughing loudly at me, "You like Jake, you like Gemma, you like Regina, you like Matthew, you like Chris, you like me of course and..."
"I don't like either of those two women," I grimace. In fact, I don't like them one bit. Regina is Gemma's best friend. They're both way too beautiful and they try to be my friends, but I can tell their intentions aren't the best in the world, so I try not to get too close, "I just can't help but notice how pretty they are. And how well-proportioned their bodies are."
"Who would you prefer for a one-night stand, Gemma or Regina?"
"I think Gemma," I answer. Of course, if she wasn't mean to me, "I think she's sexier. Regina's kind of frigid."
"She is. Plus Gemma's a pro, seriously. God," he sighs as if he’s remembering something and I feel envious again. We get to the neighborhood where Bax probably lives and Grayson pulls up in front of a house, "Wait here."
I try to turn on the stereo but realize there isn't one and so I settle for humming to entertain myself until the guys arrive.
Bax jumps in the backseat and reaches out to kiss my cheek.
"How are you?" I ask him, in sign language.
"I'm fine, I've missed you. You look pretty today," he replies and makes me let out a little giggle. Baxter is a tall, stocky boy with the cutest face I've ever seen. His body isn't marked or muscular, but he's not fat like Grayson says.
"Don't sign to him," Gray scolds me, slapping my hands gently before starting the car and beginning to drive, "If you do that he's never going to want to talk again. You're spoiling him."
"Tell Gray to go to hell, he’s not my mother and you can do whatever you want," Baxter signs with a scowl.
"If I'm not your mother then who's going to be? That whöre who gave birth to you? Appreciate me," Gray demands with a grin after I repeat that and though it sounds like an insult, Bax laughs at Gray’s words, accidentally letting out a little sound, "Okay, here's what we're going to do: we're going to Candy Lane and then I'm going to tell you about a plan I started to come up with to defeat Redboxinggloves, whoever they are."
"The best way to defeat them is to ignore the nonsense they say and stop making such a big deal out of it" Baxter points out and I pass on the message, causing Gray to laugh sarcastically.
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