Meeting Mr. Gang Leader ✔️

Chapter 4- Chloes p.o.v.

Last night after Sebastian told me what I had to say to my family, I ran into Paedros room and cried into his shoulder. Who the hell does Sebastion think he is? I can't just up and say that to my parents! I eventually ended up falling asleep leaning against Paedro. Thank goodness it wasn't awkward when we woke up this morning.

Me and Paedro were currently sitting in the kitchen, me sitting at the table and Paedro hunting down something to eat for us. My stomach growled, causing my face to heat up and him to laugh. I winces when I accidentally brushed my hand against my chest.

Paedro noticed, and he shut the cabinets, walking over to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, squatting down in front of me.

"Yeah, it's just," I stopped talking, not knowing how to say 'yeah, this dude just carved his name into my chest, that's all.'

Paedro raised an eyebrow and I sighed, deciding to just show him instead. This morning Paedro had given me one of his shirts and a pair of pajama bottoms so that I could wash my clothes.

I reached up towards the shirt and pulled it down far enough that he could see the cuts, but not far enough that he could see anything else. It was redder than usual, probably from not being cleaned, and it looked a little infected. Paedro let out a hiss, reaching his hand up to it, but not touching it.

"Ace did this?" He gritted out staring down at it.

I nodded, even though he couldn't see, but it didn't matter because the answer was obviously yes.

He stood up, going to a cabinet over the sink. I watched as he opened it, pulling out bandages, Neosporin, and peroxide. Quietly, he walked back over to me, crouching down again.

No one said anything as he cleaned it, and I watched as he traced the name with the Neosporin. He had the look of complete rage in his eye, and I was very thankful that hate was not directed towards me.

Right when he put the big bandaid patch on it my stomach let out a growl, causing my face to turn redder than a cherry. Paedro laughed, standing up to go and put everything away.

After he was done he washed his hands, drying them on his shirt.

"What would you like?" He asked, walking over to the freezer. "Cinnamon buns or French toast?"

"Cinnamon buns!" I said without hesitation.

He looked over at me with a raised eyebrow before throwing the French Toast sticks that he had picked up back in the freezer. Ten minutes later, I was stuffing my face with delicious food.

I noticed how he had two more cinnamon rolls left, and, while he was looking down at his phone, I reached over and snatched one of them. He quickly reached out and smacked my hand, making me drop the cinnamon roll on the table. We both dove for it, but I reached it first, grabbing it and shoving half of it in my mouth. I started laughing when I seen his face.

"Oh you'll be okay," I said between laughs and a mouth full of yummy.

"That was my Cinnamon bun woman!"

For some reason that made me laugh harder. Paedro starting laughing when I accidentally snorted. Not a minute later, our laughter died down when Sebastian walked in the room. Paedro gave me a look and I stood up to throw my paper plate away.