Luck is on My Side

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

As Knox and I closed the distance between us and the heavily aesthetic tour bus, I worried. What if Knox was some crook with a bus that was going to attack me, or worse, kill me? If he was a crook, he was a crook with good manners, not to mention petrifying good looks. I blushed at the thought, looking away from Knox's back, as he led the way to the bus, which I just then realized I was staring at. I blushed again. I need to stop this before my entire body becomes more crimson than a sunburned redhead. Why I didn't just run away, I didn't know. For some reason, I felt like leaving would hurt Knox, and for some other reason, I felt like I should never do that. But this still held an air of danger. Would he hurt me? My logical side told me "maybe," but my hopeful side told me "never."

"Here we go." Knox's subtly rustic voice broke my thoughts. He held open the slim, tin door, gesturing me inside. I gulped then did as he bade but not before tripping on the only step leading into the spacious bus.

"Ginny, are you okay?" I heard Knox ask gently in a whisper. I nodded, and he let out a relieved, breathy chuckle. He helped me up, and together, we slipped silently into the dark bus.

"Why are the lights off?" I asked also in a whisper because he had done it.

"Because everyone's asleep" he replied with a smirk.

"Wait. Who's everyone?" I asked. He smirked deeper. I was beginning to get tired of his cryptic attitude. If he continued to act secretive, he could forget about me doing his conscience a favor. I would leave, completely disregarding his philanthropy. I needed to leave. I could trust anybody, even if they were good looking. Especially if they're good looking.

Me, a girl raised in a small town with a population of roughly 700, coming to this sprawling city with a million ethnicities, cultures, and ways of life was, suffice to say, a big change. In Delta Springs, I could count the number of criminals on one hand. Here, I'm guessing the amount of crooks greatly surpasses all my fingers and toes times a hundred. I couldn't depend on anyone but myself.

"Guys, I've got someone I want you to meet!" he shouted into the darkness. I looked at him, confused. The sounds of sheets being rustled entered my ears. Then I heard several grunts and groans that were too deep-throated to be a girl's. I glanced at Knox, wide-eyed. He just nodded encouragingly.

"Knox, they better not be one of those bimbos that you befriended just to be nice! And I don't care if she's listening either, it's time to sleep!" came a voice distinctly more gruff than Knox's, but maybe that was from just waking up.

"She's definitely not a bimbo so come out and meet her!" Knox called back.

"If it's a puppy, I swear..." came an empty threat in a different voice from the other, this one higher pitch than the first.

"I hope it's a puppy!" sounded another different voice from the others. The best I could tell, it was an Irish accent. Cute. I heard a thump like someone was getting hit upside the head. "Hey!" came the same Irish-sounding voice from before. Suddenly the bus was illuminated, as the lights flicked on.

Before me stood three pajama-wearing teenage boys, each with a major behead problem. The shortest one with red hair was rubbing the back of his head sleepily. His eyes found me, and he frowned, looking disappointed.

"She's not a puppy!" he complained, crestfallen. One with black hair seemed annoyed by his companion.

"Now that we've stated the obvious, let's get to the important part. Who is she and what is she doing here?" the ebony-haired boy asked, scowling and crossing his python-sized arms over his chest. I cringed at how menacing he looked; bare-chested, an earring glinted in his left earlobe, and a grumpy scowl on his face. I saw Knox throw him what looked like a warning glare. I couldn't tell.