The Blonde Cheerleader

Chapter Thirty-Five: Come Back

"Gray," I shook his body, trying to wake him up. He cracked an eye open before staring at me, observing my face for a moment before pulling the covers closer to his body and settling his head deeper down the pillow.

Standing on the bed, I hopped up then plopped down on his body, placing enough force in my fall. He groaned at the sudden weight on top of him, quickly shooting up before pushing me off to the side, "I'm awake."

"It's about nine already, mom and Will have already left for work," I told him, getting down from the bed before throwing him the shirt he placed on the back of my chair last night.

"So?" he questioned, tossing his shirt to the side before turning to put his feet down on my fluffy pink carpet, "More reason to stay in bed."

"I already made us some scrambled eggs for breakfast," I told him, "So hurry up."

"Look at you being domesticated and shit," he chuckled, finally standing up but he didn't put on the shirt and he strolled out the room only in his jeans. Cocking my head to the side, I blinked at his tone back and the way those muscles moved with every small movement.

Well, I don't really mind if he doesn't cover up.

Making it to the kitchen, I slid a cup of coffee towards him before settling down on the chair opposite to his, grabbing my fork to eat my meal. He dug into the scrambled eggs and bit down on the toast with such speed that I was frankly afraid that he was going to choke.

So is this ow we're going to go through the rest of the days? Sneaking out of each other's house because of some insufferable family problems? I mean, I do admit that I want to move in with him at some point but not in this situation.

We're just running away from something.

"When you have that look, I already know you're either mad or you're thinking about something," he pointed out after he sipped his coffee, "So what's the problem?"

"Are you going to stay in here and hide from your parents just like I did?" I questioned, my eyes stuck on the plate because I was afraid to see his expression, "Because I know you, you're a bit of a coward with a hard exterior."

Silence.

I closed my eyes shut – I knew this would happen. He wasn't frozen like I thought he was going to be though, I could still hear his fork scraping against his place and after a while, his glass made contact with the table, signifying that he was done drinking his juice.

He stood up and muttered, "I'm going out to smoke."

Oh that fucking bastard.

I'm going to take a shower and when I'm out, he better be ready to apologize for that petty attitude.

Finishing up my breakfast, I placed everything into the dishwasher before heading up. I made sure that I was extra slow with washing my hair and body, giving him enough time to contemplate about his stupidity.

Getting out, I didn't bother with fixing myself up since I knew that I had to get ready soon for the competition. So putting on a hoodie and a pair of denim shorts, I declared this as decent. I knew that Gray wasn't the one to risk exposing himself by smoking in front so I figured that he would be in the back garden.

Snatching his white shirt that he refused to wear earlier, I went downstairs and out through the kitchen door at the back. Just like what I thought, he was out there. Still shirtless, a cigarette rested in-between his fingers as he stared at the mossy fence.

When I caught a whiff of the smoke, my nose crinkled in disgust. I truly hated it, but like I said, I'm not the one to make him stop.

He didn't see me so I slammed the door shut so I would catch his attention. He jumped in the air and when he turned, his hand quickly dropped the cigarette onto the ground before he stepped it with his shoe.