GAGE

22| t e l l m e m o r e

"But I don't want to wear my hair up." I retort to Bret who's trying to get me ready.

"You'll thank me, okay." He tries to reason.

"Whatever," I sigh.

I impatiently wait for Bret to finish and I bug him until he finally does.

"Let me see." I command.

"Don't be salty with me." Bret warns.

I stand up and look in the mirror, "What. The fuck. Is this... I look the same as I did before, just worse." I fold my arms over my chest.

"That's the point." Bret laughs.

"You know what, excuse my bitchy attitude, I'm just confused here."

"There was a change of plans. You and Gage were gonna go to a fancy dinner first, but there has been a change in plans." Bret explains before he throws me a grey university hoodie.

"It's mine." He adds.

I pull the sweatshirt over my head and keep on the pair of black leggings, "When is this date, anyway?"

"Soon, so we've gotta get you out of here." Bret pulls me up from my position on the bed, "Chop, chop."

"I'd rather chop chop your penis." I say as I walk to get shoes.

"I'm practically a girl anyways." He shrugs.

I laugh and when I'm done putting on my shoes, we eventually get into Bret's truck after trekking out of the hotel.

"Close your eyes!" Bret says as he drives.

"The whole drive?" I ask.

"Yes, now do it! You can't see it until you get there!" He exclaims.

"Fine!" I muffle through my hands covering my face.

Later, Bret announces that we've arrived, "Wait in here."

He opens my door and helps me out since my eyes are closed.

He walks behind me, pushing me forward until we come to a stop, "Open." Bret whispers.

When I open my eyes, I look around at the dock I'm standing on and the boat that's tied to it.

"Wow... you-" I turn around, but Bret is already gone.

I jump when arms wrap around me from behind. I notice the familiar tattoos that belonged to Gage.

He put his face in the crook of my neck and his soft hair tickled my face.

I turn around and his firm grip loosens, "Hey." I say.

He doesn't respond and he drags me to the boat.

"You have a boat?" I ask him.

He shrugs, leaning on the railing and looking over the water.

"Do you like, steer it or something?"

"Hell no." He says into the wind. My hair whips around, now I know why Bret made me put my hair in a ponytail.

"Oh." I rock back and forth on my heels.

I decide to try to loosen Gage up and walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his, "I missed you today." I say into his sweatshirt.

"You did?"

"Yeah, but Bret's cool too." I smile and look at his face. His dark eyes scan the ocean and don't pay attention to me.

"Why'd you make me come here if you were just going to ignore me?" I say in a light tone.

"I'm not ignoring you." He says blankly.

"Then look at me." I command.

He squints at me and our eyes lock.

"You're an ass." I say.

He chuckles and runs a hand through his unruly hair. "I don't mean to be."

"I'm sure you don't, but that doesn't make you one any less." I quirk a brow.

"I guess I'm just tired." He runs his hand over his face.

"Well what did you do today that made you so tired?" I question.

"Things." He dryly states.

"There you go again, one word responses. I haven't gotten anywhere with you except for six-thousand miles away from my house and on your dick!" I rant.

Gage rolls his eyes and opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

"I know nothing about you despite trying and all I got out of you was that you like to claim random human beings as your own property. Oh, and that you're like a drug lord or some shit, but I didn't even find that out from you." I huff.

When he doesn't say anything I turn around and begin walking. Thank god the boat hasn't started moving yet or else I would've been stranded with that demon.

"Baby, where are you going?" He says and I hear his footsteps behind me.

"I don't know. I'd rather be lost in this country than stuck with you." I mumble.

He laughs and pulls me back.

"Stop.... What are you doing?" I try to get out of Gage's arms, but he doesn't budge.

He picks me up over his shoulder and walks back to the boat.

"Gage!" I whine.

He didn't put me down until we got inside of the boat which looked like a condo owned by a celebrity.

"Tell me something about you or I'll jump off this boat." I warn and Gage grabs my arm.

"Then I guess I won't be putting you down." He bends to pick me up again.

"No!" I shriek.

"Fine, then sit." He motions. I plop down and cross my legs.

I look at my nails that I got done today and don't pay attention to Gage.

"When I was thirteen," he starts and I look at him taking a swig of vodka from the bottle, "my mom died. I don't talk about it. My dad was a piece of shit and long story short he killed himself, leaving me alone. I was fourteen then." He says unfazed.

He doesn't look at me at all.

"I guess that's why I'm so fucked up." He lightly chuckles, "I've never told anyone that."

"I guess the short story is better than nothing." I purse my lips.

"I don't tell anyone much really, so you're not the only one, sweetcheeks." He sits on the counter.

"Well, I'm not just anyone. I'm 'your girl', remember?" I smirk.

He smiles at me and bites his bottom lip, "How could I not?"

"Don't know, but it seems like you didn't." I sit up, "Thanks for telling me that."

"Why are you thanking me?" Gage furrows his eyebrows.

I shrug, "I kind of understand you more I guess, it explains a lot."

"How so?" He challenges.

"My parents are dead too, believe it or not. I get it, although I have mastered the act of being perfect haven't I?" I reveal, smirking.

"Completely."

I chuckle and throw a pillow at him in which he dodges.

"I guess that's all I'm gonna get out of you for now." I say and he looks at me.

"You'll have to wait another month." He teases.

"Fair enough."