Innocent Rose

7. Lost in Control

TW: slight mention of ED

In a quick moment, I grabbed Lorenzo by the collar, pulling him down and slapping my hand over his mouth. Or at least that's what I think. I blacked out after what he said and all of a sudden, my hands were on his collar and mouth. 

"You better shut up." I whispered through gritted teeth.

"It's just an honest question." I pulled my hand away from his mouth.

Why is he smirking? Is he enjoying this? I let him go, wiping his invisible saliva off of my hand. "I don't want him to know because he doesn't have to."

"You're going to have to tell him eventually." I guess he realized he was still bending over because he fixed his posture and stood up straight, still looking down at me. "You really are short."

Really? Nice observation asshole.

"I don't plan on telling him. I don't want him to sympathize me if he gets too close and finds out."

"You know, I think it's already too late for that."

"What are you talking about?"

"We've been living together since we graduated high school together and you are the first female 'friend' he's ever brought here. Let alone for you to wear his clothes. You still have that green hoodie of his?"

I do. How did he know he gave it to someone, let alone to me specifically?

Lorenzo sighed lazily, that damn smirk still on his face as he combed his fingers through his scalp. "My point exactly." He bent over again. "Wait till you figure out more as to why he has developed these feelings for a midget like you." He grabbed the top of my head, shaking my head roughly side to side before walking out of the room. "You have a lot to learn about our world."

Yeah, go fuck yourself. 

Anthony walked in a few seconds later, looking at Lorenzo with a suspicion written on his face before looking at me. "What was that about?" He pointed behind him with his thumb.

Is that a sandwich in his hands?

"He was basically 'reading' me or whatever." I looked at his bed, realizing how much of a mess I made it (I'm not those pretty sleepers so I wouldn't be surprised) so I decided to fix the covers.

"You don't have to do that. I was going to fix them myself."

"It's no big deal. I slept on your bed, took a shower in your place, and I'm wearing your clothes. The least I could do is tidy up the mess I made on your bed." I paused for a second and looked up. "You didn't sleep on the same bed as me, did you?"

Anthony quickly shook his head. "No. I slept on an air mattress in the living room." He placed the plate down on the nightstand. "I made you a PB&J with strawberry jam. You're not allergic, are you? I only remember the shrimp and pineapple allergy, but I can't remember if you said anything else."

"No. I actually love peanut butter." I finished fixing the bed sheet and grabbed the sandwich, thanking him before I started eating it.

"So, are you going to answer my question?"

I didn't look at him, only focusing on eating the sandwich. If he didn't let me focus on eating, I'll waste the sandwich. Plus, he made me a sandwich and I don't want to waste it.

"Rose?"

I looked up at him, giving him a blank stare before shoving the last piece of the sandwich in my mouth, ignoring the growing pain in my stomach from forcing it down. "I'm fine."