𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

Chapter 18: Cup Smash Cake

Greyson

I swing my arm, my fist meeting his nose, he tumbles back falling on his back while I smile liking the blood off my nose, "YES!" "WOLVES FOR THE WIN!" "GREYSON! GREYSON! GREYSON!"

Everyone cheered, I lean down toward the fuckers face, "Try me again fucker" I throw one last punch, causing him to black out, "WOO THATS MY BEST FRIEND!" Lucian shouts running up to me along the crowd, he hands me my shirt to wipe the blood off my nose and lip-

When suddenly everyone started pacing away, police alarms and red and blue lights flickered, "Shit!" I shout, grasping Lucian's arm, We both rush out of the alley toward my bike, he runs behind me while I put on my helmet while he turns his bike on, We both rush out of the scene while cop cars follow behind, "Follow me, you idiot!"

I shouted through the wind, Lucian nods and glances behind him, "There on our asses!" he yelled pulling on his break, speeding off while I followed behind his ass.

Shit, not again.

I laugh beneath my helmet as my shirt flies off my hands, fuck shirtless, running from cops, at least my abs look good.

I ride beside Lucian on the highway, When I gesture to a curve, he nods and we both swerve off the road, into an exit, Multiple cars honk and break as we pass by, I lift my helmet up and look back, cops nearly crashing behind us.

I laugh along with Lucian-

"YO WATCH OUT!"

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I sat down running my hands through my scalp while Mr. and Mrs. Perez rushed through the ER doors, I stood up within a second, Mr. Perez scanning the bruises on my face while Mrs. Perez broke into tears.

"We dropped the charges for you now get the fuck out of here" Mr. Perez hissed, I roll my eyes and fist my palms behind my back, I don't protest tho, though Lucian's father is a retired boxer and definitely don't want to end up with a broken rib and nose, again.

I walk past the entrance doors-

I froze in place, blood boiling through my skin, my eyes land directly on my fucked up dada, if I should even fucking call him that.

He leaned against his red truck while having a toothpick in his mouth, Inside the truck was my bike, what the hell is he doing here? I expected Conrad or Liam, hell Liam would have probably beaten my ass if he sees my face.

Haven't seen him since our last huge fight which was a week ago, the longest time we haven't talked.

"Come on kid I'm taking you home" his southern accent spoke I rolled my eyes and spit on the ground before heading toward the side door, I sat beside him while he started the car playing stupid country music while smoking a cigar.

Surprisingly he didn't reek of alcohol, this must be a dream.

"So you beat your ol brother pretty badly huh" he chuckles giving me a smile, I roll my eyes and stare ahead, I relax my shoulders as he sang along to the music, the nerve of this fucker trying to start a conversation.

"I used to beat up my brother to-"
"Makes sense why they're all dead" I knew that was harsh and fucking stupid to say, but I didn't give two fucks, this shithead doesn't deserve kindness, he laughs again, I take a deep breath and glance at his knuckles.

All bruised and fucked up, probably got into a fight with those drunks of 'friends' he has-

"Don't come running to me when you end up in the streets like Dad

My hands turn into a fist, I know where my future is leading, the guy sitting right beside me is where I'll end up, every time I look him dead in the eyes, I see hatred, a stranger, and a piece of shit.

I see myself in his eyes.

Conrad and Liam have a good future coming for them, while I'm struggling to stay on my fucking feet without sex, alcohol, and cigarettes.

"Why'd you come here" I break the silence speaking in a harsh tone, "Cops called me son,"

Son.

I scoff and roll my eyes, "And you showed up shocker the sky must be falling" he laughs again, and this time I swallow the lump in my throat before I actually smack him in the face if he laughs again.

"What do you want? You wouldn't come here willingly so what the fuck is it you want huh? Money? drugs? woman?"

He stayed silent and took a breath, while I stared hard and with pure fury at him, "I want to go home" he then suddenly pulled up at our house, I rolled my eyes and glanced ahead as he shut off the car.

"You already have a home Merle, and it's not here" I then barge out the door slamming it shut, leaving him alone in the car.

Alice

"Class settle down!" Mrs. Howard shouted as I stood beside Greysonn who was already dipping his hands in chocolate, gross.

"Today we'll be making chocolate cover cupcakes!" Everyone whispered and mumbled in excitement while I took deep breaths ready for this day to be ruined, Unlike now this morning I had to basically drag Greyson to help me with our project, imaging for baking?!

"You may get started while I observe" I glance in Greyson's direction-

Shock spreads into my chest as I watch him open the cupcake mix and spill it over the container, "Are you going to watch Dollface or do something?" I roll my eyes and hand him the milk.

He arches a brow and gives me a clear as day 'Are you stupid' face, I pick up the measuring cup fill a cup, and pour it into the mixture, I watch in silence as he stirs the cupcake mix with the cup of milk, when he suddenly stopped, "Take over"

I glanced up at him in the eyes, as he leaned against the counter watching me from head to toe, when suddenly my eyes landed on his knuckles, bruised and fucked like always.

I wonder how many fights he gets into? his brothers probably, since Aaron and I used to get physical back then- 

Greyson clears his throat, and my eyes land back on his, oh my gosh was I staring too hard, "Streetfight" he suddenly said, "Like.." I gulped, "Legal street fighting" he snorted.

"Street fighting doll face, as in whoever gets killed first loses" My heart sank to my stomach, "So you..." he nodded taking a step closer, my heart pounding against my chest as he forced my chin up with his finger, he then releases a laugh, "I can't believe you actually fell for that sweetheart" he chuckled, I roll my eyes and push him away, stirring the mixture with rage now.

"Careful now" 

I jumped from his sudden touch over my hands, my back on his chest as he stirred along with me, what was he doing?! his hot breath hitting the back of my neck sent shivers down my spine, My breath got pitcher as his big rough hands swayed over mine.

My heart was pounding in my ear as he leaned closer against me, and that's when all of a sudden, something big and hard went up against my ass near my lower back, is that his...

"Not too hard or I'll over mix" he spat the word hard into my ear, I shut my eyes as I clenched my thighs together, What the hell is he doing...to me? I felt like a waterfall about to spill overseas.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as he purposely creases my hand with his thumb, "Just like that" he whispered, "You're doing so good" he slightly groaned, I wanted to do something, get him off me but, I couldn't because it felt so fucking good.

And I hated that I loved it, "That should be enough right" he spoke behind me,
"No, keep going" I felt a smile crease on his lips-

"Miss. Mayfield?" Greyson jumped off me checking on something else, while I gulped and nodded, "Your supposed to be helping Mr. Graham"

"Right just I got a little dirty thats all"
"She definitely did" Greyson shouted behind me, "Thats good I'm glad your both getting along now Ace how's it going?" Everyone glances up and Ace, how was glaring between Greyson and me, shit did he see?! Oh my god did everyone see?!

"Perfect, really fuck- just perfect" he faked a smile, "Good!" I glance back at the mixture, while Greyson passes me the cupcake pan, I glance at him to realize he has a smirk on his lips, but his hands are shaky.

I smile to myself, he wasn't expecting me to say that was he?