Ghost x Reader: Looking Out For Me

33. Cold tacos

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I don't know how it happened.

How did Ghost let it happen?

How did the girl get his mask?

I glared at the girls as I hid his face in my chest.

"Give it! Give it now!" I snapped and they just giggled, tossing it around as if this was a funny little game to them.

"I think I'll keep it. Come on Cowell, show us that pretty little face of yours."

I haven't seen his face and I don't plan to if he doesn't wanna show me.

"Here Cowell, face the corner. I'll get your mask back."

I walked towards the girls and long story short, I beat their asses unconscious and got the mask back.

"Here. I believe this is yours."

Ghost grabbed the air a couple times trying to find the cloth until I put it in his hand.

"Thank you."

Is he shivering?

I watched his back as he put it on and took small but deep breaths.

I slid down and sighed.

"My tacos are cold."

He didn't answer and I glanced at him.

He looks shook.

He needs a minute.

"Whoo, I'm getting old. I need a break." I slid down next to him and let him settle his nerves.

His mask must mean a lot to him if big tough Ghost gets spooked by him losing it.

Is he that ugly?

"Alright, let's go."

I looked up at Ghost as he stood to his feet.

"Okay."

I got up and we headed back to his house.

My tacos were cold.

They tasted alright, I was t expecting much.

Especially from fucking COLD tacos.

Fucking rude bitches.

I drowned them even more in condiments and stuffed it into my mouth.

I glanced at Ghost to see him staring at me.

"Can I help you?" I swallowed my food.

"You disgust me."

"Kiss my ass."

I went back to eating.

"Hey, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"You're not a toddler. And even if you were, my answer would still be no."

"Aww, why not?"

"Why would you?"

"It gets cold at night."

"Turn the heater on."

"Okay."

I got up and threw away my empty paper plate and washed my hands.

I could feel his eyes on me.

Why?

Why is this asshole always staring at me?

Does he think ima jump down the sink drain the moment he looks away?

I yawned and stretched.

"I think it's time for a shower then a nap."

"A nap? It's 10:51 at night."

"I guess it is pretty late. But maybe I'll wake up and bother you at 2 in the morning."

"Don't. Your voice is the worst sound I've ever heard."

"Rude. Do you know if Soap is gonna pop by?"

"No, he's with his family."

"Okay." And with that, I turned an walked ino the bathroom to shower.

Is lid down the shower wall and sighed, pulling my legs to my bare chest.

I wanna be free.

I hate it here. I hate 141.

I wish it was back in time, when I was free and causing mischief.

It may have been hard, but I met some fun people, you know?

I rubbed my stinging eyes and sighed.

Oh well.