Who's That Girl?

Chapter Three

Chapter Three: "Too Close For Comfort"

[Alex]

I carried Iris all the way out and to the street. After having spotted by Poppy in the middle of all the madness and finding her to be almost just as drunk as Iris was, I immediately went looking for the poor girl leaving blondie with her cousin.

Luckily for me, I caught her just in time. Okay maybe I was a little late.

I know I know, I didn't come here for some Personal Assistant. I just feel sympathetic towards her.

I came here to look for something or someone and I feel so close to the damn thing. I just couldn't quite put a finger on it.

I haled a taxi cab and rushed to open the door before anyone could get a chance of hogging it.

Americans these days...

I carefully put her down inside before sliding in beside her.

"The Bellerose Estate please." I said and the driver nodded. The estate was hard to miss, I didn't need to give the address at all.

She groaned, moaned, twisted and tossed through-out the car ride home. I watched her intently and wondered how she even ended up in that place and especially in a young age.

"Iris..." I whispered in her ear. "Hang on. We're almost home." God I fucking hate it when girls get drunk, I fucking hate it even more when I'm left with them. Well looking on the bright side, this one isn't throwing herself at me like a hungry lioness so thumbs up to Iris for that.

Her eyebrows involuntarily furrowed as she hugged herself. I don't think she even knows that she's already freezing and that she was shivering uncontrollably. I cupped a hand on her cheek. She was definitely cold. "Iris?"

No answer.

I shifted closer to her and put an arm around her. "Iris promise me you won't puke on me." I rubbed her shoulder and still no answer. The only respond I got was having her head buried in my chest.

I'm not going to lie, she stank of alcohol, sweat and whatever it is I don't want to know but I didn't mind. This is the cheesiest shit you'll ever hear but to me she feels like home. Don't know how to explain, don't want to, but it's the truth.

She's also very cuddly like a teddy bear. I'm not joking. I want to squeeze her to death.

The fuck am I even saying?

But a man can only take so much, I just had to pinch her cute wittle baby cheeks.

So I did.

It wasn't really a pinch pinch but she flinched and it was enough to get her up.

"Ouch!" She yelped.

"Sorry." I smiled, hoping she'd buy it. It works all the time. Trust me. No I'm not being a narcissist, it actually works.

"That hurt whatshisname." she roared. It was loud enough to make the driver glance at us through the rearview mirror. Damn she got angry. Ha. She's funny when she's mad.

"Why don't you go back to sleep Iris and we'll talk about this in the morning. Okay?" I tried to soothe her but the little cutie pie punched me on the arm. It hurt. How the hell is that even possible? She's lanky compared to me.

"No!" She growled.

"Yes." I disagreed.

"Stop the car!" She said to the driver and he obeyed. She got out of the car and started to walk alone in the dark. This crazy little brat is trying to get herself killed.