The Girl Gunner?

Chapter Nine

I coughed, my face burning as I stared down at him, instantly hugging my knees to my chest, finally coming back to reality.

"You guys are so gross," I forced out with a whine, not wanting the two of them to know how I was feeling. I kinda knew that as soon as I stepped foot into this house, became a part of this band, that this would happen. I didn't particularly want a relationship with any of them, just because if it were to end, it would probably further break up the band. Being a girl had its perks, but it was hard being around five (horny) dudes that were drunk or high 90% of the time.

I looked down to Slash, instantly regretting what I saw. He looked completely different. His eyes, or what I could see of them, were darker - so clouded with lust and want it almost scared me. He looked as if he was gonna pounce on me or something. Holy shit.

I swallowed thickly, thanking the Heavens above as Duff shoved Slash fairly hard, muttering something to him about scaring me. The thing is, I was far from scared. Quite the opposite, but I would never admit that to any of them.

I watched as Slash looked down to his bulge, an audible sigh leaving his lips. "Oh man!" He almost yelled out, throwing his head back dramatically. "Fuck you guys," he whined, "I'm gonna have to fix this now!" He groaned, shoving Duff away with ease as he rose to his feet, his footsteps heard throughout the house as he ran to the bathroom.

I couldn't help but laugh at him, one moment he was ready to fuck my brains out, and then he was completely himself again. I knew he was high, but shit. "Don't worry 'bout him, Nellie," Steven spoke up, moving to sit next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into him firmly. "He's always like that with pretty women. He'd end up breaking your heart when he's done with you," Steven spoke, resting his head on mine.

I blushed, glancing at Duff who was shaking his head to himself, I frowned slightly, pushing myself upright since Steven's grip was like a vice. I hugged my knees to my chest again, focusing on the TV in front of us all.

As Slash entered the room, Duff let out a snigger, his lips etched with a cheeky smirk. Slash's cheeks were pink, the top button and fly of his jeans undone and he wore a sheepish smile on his face. "Move," he commanded Duff, shoving the bassist effortlessly. I grew hot as Slash sat down next to me, his thigh touching mine. "Steven, how's the girlfriend?" he suddenly asked out of the blue, a grin on his lips.

Steven smiled his biggest smile, looking over to Slash as he replied, "She's great! We're together again now, but I hope it lasts longer than the last time we went out."

My stomach dropped. Girlfriend?

Slash smiled lazily at Steven, dropping his head onto my shoulder, giggling as he pulled me into him.

I frowned, trying to shrug Slash off me, but the moment he started giggling, I smiled. He was adorable, but Steven had my heart. I sighed aloud, wrapping my arms around Slash's waist gently. I blushed as he placed a kiss to my neck, a cough sounding from my lips as I tried to get him off me. "Slash, don't," I mumbled, biting my lip. He just held me tighter, and giggled against my skin. "Sorry," I could hear the grin in his voice.

I closed my eyes, wishing Steven had just told me he had a girlfriend.

Dammit...