Gray POV
On the way to my house, Celeste was quiet. She kept a watchful eye on the area around her to make sure no one would sneak up at try to get me or her. I walked behind her, she has a slight limp and by slight, I mean slight. You would never know it was there but it was.
We were just about to turn the corner to the front of my house when Celeste stopped.
"Stay here." she whispered to me.
"Celeste?"
"Gray, stay here." She disappeared around the corner.
Celeste POV
There were people on Gray's porch and a truck in the driveway, not his or a friends. It was Jason and Matthew from earlier with more people. I couldn't see but there were about 5 in total. I had to get them to leave.
I casually walked by then turned around and approached with caution. "Hey, what are you doing?"
Everyone stopped what they were doing. No one spoke, they were all looking at me with wide eyes.
"I said, what are you doing?" I looked at each of them, trying to pierce their soul.
"We're waiting for this pansy to get home, what's it to you?"
"I just think you're being bitches about it. You don't destroy up front, you take time and make themselves go mad, haven't you learned anything from me?" Of course I didn't mean this, but this is the image I put out to the school, a master of war and how to destroy people. I would never dream of actually destroy anyone. They didn't respond but I didn't want to waste my time. "So, you're going to say?"
"He's going to get it tonight."
"Whatever." I turned and walked back and around the corner to where I had hid Gray.
Gray POV
She grabbed me by the arm without saying a word and took me away from my house. We walked for what felt like an hour and she still hadn't said anything to me, but she did let go.
"Celeste?"
"Yes Gray?" Her voice was cold, she was angered.
"Where are we going?"
"A place."
"Celeste."
"What?"
"Why can't I go home?"
"Because."
Alright, that's it. I stopped walking, she took a few steps forward before realizing that there were no footsteps behind her. She walked back to me and looked up, when our eyes met, there was a chill sent through my body. I think her eyes were beginning to water.
"Celeste?"
"Gray, I don't want you to get hurt again. Those guys are going to stay at your house until you get home, then they are going to hurt you. Like really bad and I don't want to watch that again. You're too good of a person to get hurt by some losers, so tonight you're staying at my house. No if, ands or buts about it. Now let's go, it's getting late."
What.
We didn't talk the entire walk, luckily we were only a block away so it wasn't that long. Her house was a big one, it was in the downtown area of the town we lived in. She lives in an apartment above this little antique shop on main street. She opened the first door and we ascended the stairs, we were then greeted with two doors, she unlocked the right door and we went in.
"Dad, I'm home!" She set her backpack on the tan sofa, full of colourful pillows, and walked out of the room, leaving me stranded in the room, like an awkward person.
Her home was just that, a home. It was clean and they had a small fire place. The mantel was decorated with pictures of her and her dad, I'm guessing and another lady. Probably her mom. Next to it were a series of pictures of her and a bunch of other people on stage, this wasn't our auditorium. There were tons of pictures of Celeste on stage. I recognized a few plays, like Phantom of the Opera and Romeo and Juliet, but others were completely blank. There must have been 5 pictures on the mantel but on the wall above hung the rest, 15 more maybe. I looked around, at the other items in the room. There was a solid dark wooden bookcase that surrounded the TV across from the couch. On one side were an abundance of movies ranging from Disney, to scary, to classics, all that was accompanied by the DVR, a couple game systems, and many video games. On the left of the tv were more books than I could count. Most of them seemed like the book the honour English classes would assign over summer break. In the middle of the room sat a coffee table, it was also dark wood, and on it sat 3 cacti and a rather popular book, The Maze Runner. Across the room was a small dining room table with 2 chairs, also dark wood, except the chairs were green and red. To the left of that was a doorway that Celeste exited out of. I took a seat on the couch and waited until she came back.
A murmur came from the hallway and then Celeste came in with a man, whom was probably her father. He was dressed down in blue jeans and a Pink Floyd shirt.
"Dad this is Gray, Gray this is my dad."
"Nice to meet you." I put out my hand.
"Pleasure. Call me Fred." He had a thick British accent. It really took me off guard but it explains the flag hanging above the couch.
"Um, so stuff went down at Grey's house and I invited him to stay with us for the night, or until things are safe."
"Of course, any friend of yours is a friend of mine," Friend, had Celeste called me her friend? I mean, I'd be happy to be her friend. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour, I'm making chicken alfredo. Sound good?'
Celeste and I shook our heads. As he left out the dining room door, Celeste nudged me and tilted her head to the door as a signal to follow her. She grabbed her bag and we walked through the hallway. On my right was the kitchen, then a small bathroom across from that then a flight of stairs straight ahead. The wall between the kitchen and stairs were decorated with lettering of their last name and pictures of Celeste and her dad, and some old pictures of her dad and mom, and a few of Celeste and her mom.
We climbed the stairs and were greeted with two doors and a few more stairs on the right that curved 180 degrees. She opened the one on the right. I went in first. The walls were white, her bed sheets were white, white desk, white book shelf, white everything- except for the many many plants that littered the room.
On the left wall was a door then next to the main door was another door. Then there was an indent, in that was her desk area and a small window that had plants in the sill and plants on her desk, hanging from the ceiling and a big tree on the floor. In the corner were two windows that completed the corner and under that was her bed, followed by a night stand, with a few plants on and around it, then another large bookcase, filled with book towards the bottom and knick knacks ( and plants) towards the top. There was a large mirror, then a clothing rack that had black clothes on it, some I recognized and others I hadn't. Her room was massive.
"This is your room?"
She looked to the floor as if she were embarrassed.
"Uh, yea. I'm pretty lucky, eh?" She had a small accent, like her dad now. I almost thought she was joking when I looked at her watching me look around her room, like she was about to yell April Fools, then go to the other room and it be 100% black and scary, like her.
"It's so white and pure and you're so-"
"Not? I know"
"I didn't mean it like that. It's just that I didn't expect your room to be so lovely. And your voice. You have an accent."
"Yea, I stopped talkin' with my actual accent at school because I didn't want anyone to ask about it."
We left her room and she showed me the guest room. Her room was the only room in the house that looked the way it was.
Celeste was down to Earth, on her calendar I saw birthdates of everyone in school it looked like. I don't know how she knew but now I know who puts birthday notes in everyone's locker.
