Hidden Behind Walls

Chapter 14: Cocky even when high

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Raven P.O.V

I'd think that it'd be my luck to get pulled over at night. When the siren began to wail behind me I cursed under my breath. Clayton was bloody high this wouldn't, couldn't, end well. When I pulled over, mind you its was late as hell, my hands were shaking. The officer got out of his car, his name tag said Ellis and his blonde hair curled, cropped short to his head.

A grin spilled onto my face and relief washed over me. "Rhys, bloody hell you scared the shit out of me" I laugh. The curly blonde haired man grinned back at me.

"Wasn't expecting you to be driving at this time of night. Megan said you got into some trouble with your rents'" he says his brow furrowing as he continued on. I shrug trying to downplay. He eyed me carefully not fully sure how to go about this.

"Hey, Raven not to be overstepping my boundaries or anything like that with girls and the like, I've had Megan ring my neck about that, but why are you driving the Gerstein's car, more specifically Clayton Sorenson's?" Rhys confusion spilled out with every word.

"Well, you know partying after the big game is tradition and well he's in the back passed out" I say bullshitting it. Like hell I knew that partying after a big game was tradition. As if on cue, soft snoring begins and I thank god for Clayton catching on even if he was high.

Rhys points to the back and I nod lowering the windows to allow him to see. After a few seconds Rhys appears back at my window. He grins at me and whispers, "So when did you start rolling with the popular crowd?"
I snort, "All unintentional and all because of Megan" I whisper back. Rhys laughs and shakes his head.

"Well, I'm going to let you go" he says patting the cars side.

"Why did you pull me over in the first place?" I ask him an eyebrow raised. If he says I looked suspicious I will have to have a very nice talk with Megan about her brother.

"Mr.Gerstein reported it missing" he replies with a shrug, "Obviously it isn't. Well drive a little slower, Raven." I nod my head and start up the car once again and set out for home. Rhys police car disappears and I finally hear Clayton's voice once again.

"Ollivander reported my car missing, what the hell? He saw me drive off! He threw a frying pan at the damn car!" Clayton growled. His fingers ran through his dark brown hair. The strands stuck up without any particular direction.

"He threw a frying pan?" I say my incredulous tone speaking for itself.

"And bloody knives too" Clayton scoffs, "If our house wasn't so hidden by damn trees and our driveway wasn't so damn long, he would've been caught in the act." His grumbles were replaced with hissing. I looked through rear view mirror and saw Clayton inspecting his right arm. I notice the red staining his thin grey loose sweatshirt.

"Why does everytime I see you at night, you've been hurt in some form?" I grimaced. He let out a chuckle, "Well sweetheart our luck is just shit." I shake my head and return my attention back onto the road. The night had engulfed the road. Clayton's white convertible zipped along the dark roads. My fingers tapped in iambic pentameter on the wheel.

When I turned into the driveway, Lily came rushing out. Once the convertible was parked, she flung the door open. Her eyes looked Clayton over with worry and when she saw he was mostly ok, a very large frown was on her face.

"He's high" I say simply.

"Well, you're just gonna get straight to the point. No easing in...fine fine. Ruin my image I don't care" Clayton started babbling. I just cut the ignition and unbuckle myself shaking my head. I stuff the keys into my pocket. Lily eyed him with a type of wonderment actually more like curiosity. He trailed after me slowly. I wrapped my right arm around his waist steadying him and once we entered my house he sat down on a bar stool.

"He smells really weird sis, like smoke but not exactly like smoke" Lily complains pinching her nose.

"I know, I know. He needs to take a shower and we need areosol" I stated. I find the aerosol and place it on the counter top. Claytons eyes followed me as I left the house to retrieve his bag. I heard the squeak of the chair when he got up and the padding of his feet as he followed me. I continue walking and get to his car. I pop the trunk open and try to heave his bag out. There is still no muscle in my upper body.

Clayton swoops in and lifts the bag. I frown at this and take a strap dispersing the weight evenly between us. He gives me a glared and snatches my strap away from and swings the bag onto his back. He shuffes towards the house, swaying a bit. Every time he took a shaky step, I cringed. I felt that at some point his shaky steps would turn into a tumbling fall.

"Uh, you can take you're shower in the bathroom next to the guest room" I say talking his hand.

"Okay" he says with a nod. I lead him to the bathroom and he cracks a grin. "Still don't wanna go in with me?"

"Still pretty sure I don't" I say smirking. He shrugs his shoulders and closes the door. I rush back to the kitchen and find Lily running around the kitchen and foyer and staircase spraying the aerosol can. There was now clouds of aerosol clinging to the air.

"Lily! I think we're good!" I shout futilely waving away the aerosol filled air. She stops spraying and turns to me innocently.

"Oh...ok well. Umm, I might have gone a tinnie bit overboard on this whole obliterate the pot campaign" she says slowly shifting her feet, smiling. I give her a tight smile.

"We're gonna have to air this out" I explain heading to the windows and began to throw them open. The process was simple and once we were done I went to check on Clayton. He was still in the bathroom so I decided to leave him alone.

I ascended the staircase trailing after Lily. She turned into her room mumbling apologies to me in French, Creole and English. I give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek quelling her fears. Her mass of curly hair shaking profusely as she rubbed at her wet cheek.

"Why do you always do that!?" She squeaks. She pushs me away in mock disgust and whips around, shutting her door. I could hear her grumbles about me and I couldn't help but laugh. My baby sister, getting too grown up for her own good.

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The TV was emitting a steady babble of cartoons. My eyes were drooping and drowsiness was slowly taking over. I wrapped my arms around my pillow, lying on my side. There's a small creak and a sliver of light slices through my mostly dimly lit room. I don't make anything of it and begin to let the lull of sleep to come over me. Then my beds shaking a bit and I lift myself out of my drowsy state turning onto my back.
As I let my eyes slowly adjust, a weight presses on my stomach. Arms snake around my stomach as well.

"Can I sleep in here...with you?" His voice is low and quiet holding the same drowsiness as me.

"Bien sûr, tu es déjà là" [Of course, you're already here] I whisper back taking a few strands of his slightly damp hair and twirling them. I can feel his grin pressing against my stomach.

"Ok, you can stop being cute" he says lazily.

"Stop being cute, umm, that's quite impossible since I'm like that 100% of the time" I laugh quietly.

"We still need to downsize that ego I see" Clayton whispers back quietly.

"Oh, Clay, we both know that's not how it works" I whisper back. His laugh rumbles and I feel his shakes. I ruffle his hair which frankly was a mess. He lifts up his head a bit ,his eyes aligning with mines.

"Yeah, I know" he replied breathily.

"Why'd you do it?" I ask breaking the pleasant silence.

"What?" He whispered. He knew what I was talking about, he was just trying to avoid it. He sighed, lowering his head, and began, "I didn't want to get you in trouble and Ollivander got to me and I haven't done it in such a long time. It was just like a weight lifted off my shoulder and my head was empty just at this lull state. It was a bad idea..."

"I get it" I say stopping him from continuing. He looked up at me with his mossy green eyes and he started to inch closer to my face, but he jerked to a stop. His conflicted emotions were faintly apparent on his face. He gnawed on his lip and his bottom lip became pink and a bit puffy. He lowered his head back down onto my stomach, wrapping his arm around me once again. I looked down at him quizzically but I was still too tired to deal. So I resigned myself to playing with his hair and I fell asleep feeling his fingers brushing over my skin.