King of Spades |Book 1|

Chapter 31 • Cheeseburgers

•Rayan's POV•
   

I haven't gone to school in two days. And it's not because I'm wallowing in my own self pity, I just don't feel like going. I'm tired of the bullshit of my life and I just need a break.
   
Navy only bothers me for food. The one great thing about him is that he's a phenomenal cook.
   
It's now Thursday night, here I am, brushing my teeth an staring at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess because I didn't brush it after my shower earlier today, the bags under my eyes are critical. At least the bruise on the side of my head is slowly going away.
   
My ribs are making progress as well. I can move around faster without it being excruciatingly painful. My ankle is healed, thank god, now I can participate in gym more.
   
I sometimes get stares from people at school because of my bruised face, but no one says anything. Their too smart to question someone who hangs out with the band of walking brick walls.
   
I haven't talked to anyone. I got a few texts from Dante and Elijah, and a lot of calls from Salem that I ignored. I just want to be home, sitting in my bed, eating pizza, and sleeping. That's it. That's all a girl can ask for.
   
My thoughts are interrupted by a banging on the front door. I silently  pray that Navy will get it, but then I remember that he got called to the docks. I also found out that all the guys, expect for Sawyer, work at the docks.
   
I throw my hair into a messy bun an jog down the stairs. Since it's a little past ten at night I grab the first thing in my hand that I can find. An umbrella. Great, at least I'll have a shield if whoever on the other side of the door wants to throw a fireball at me.
   
I whip open the door, now furious with the constant banging. Right as I'm about to start yelled at whoever it is I see it's the one and only.
   
Salem.
   
He pushes past me into my house without saying a word. As soon as I shut the door I'm being spun around, getting pinned against it, Salem's hands on my hips. My eyes widen an my breathing stops.
   
"Why have you been ignoring me?" He says in a deadly calm voice. Now, I should be scared, but something about this moment makes me blush, thinking about what could happen with this door behind me.
   
Rayan, get your mind out of the gutter.
   
He waits for me to answer, but his grip on my hips loosens. I would do the spin around trick I did the other day, but I'll let him have his 'dominance' moment.
   
"Because I'm tired," I say quietly, looking at the floor.
   
"Tired?"
   
"Yes. I am fucking tired of all the drama in my life, I just needed a break. From everyone."
   
I look up to him an see a torn expression on his face, as if he's contemplating what to say next. I raise my eyebrows at him, waiting for him to speak.
   
Finally, he lets out an small sigh, his breath smelling like subtle mint.
   
"Well, guess my reason for coming here just got shot down."
   
"What?" I ask in confusion.
   
"I came here to ask you on a date."
   
You know that one moment in your life, where you just can't remember how to function? Your lungs stop taking in air and the blood that runs through your heart just stops? That's happening to me right now.
   
Did he just ask me to go on a date with him?
   
"Should have brought some chocolate for bribery," he mumbles to himself, amusement on his face. I instantly snap out of my daze, regaining my train of thought.
   
"Why do you think I'm saying no?"
   
"Because you look like you want to," he says quietly.
   
I scoff at him. Does he not see how he affects me? Since the first day I met the damn boy he's done nothing but make me want him. Is he that oblivious?
   
"Salem, I will go on a date with you."
   
Now it's his chance to be speechless. He blinks at me once, twice, three times before he finally reacts.
   
He picks me up in a giant hug, engulfing me in his arms. I hug him back instantly, smiling like a crazy person.
   
So much has changed between him and I since he told me everything. Sure, my trust for his went down a few notches, but I still care so much about him it's crazy. Sometimes my own feelings scare me.
   
"Tomorrow at seven sound good?" He asks as he puts me back on my feet.
   
"Perfect," I say with a smile. He stares at me for a moment, looking like he's contemplating something.
   
He shakes whatever thought he had away. "Are you hungry?"
   
Right as he asks me that my stomach growls. "I'll take that as a yes."
   
He grabs me by the arm an drags me to my kitchen. I sit on the island as he rummages through my fridge, looking for something to eat. I watch him pull out lettuce, cheese, and hamburger meet.
   
"Sit back and look pretty, I'm making something to eat," he says, placing everything next to me.
   
For the next hour I watch him make cheeseburgers.