Greaser

11. "You're not going"

N I A L L 

The room was completely silent while Mary was still motionless in Harry’s bed asleep. She hasn’t moved since last night when I was playing guitar, and for a second—I did get worried and checked her pulse. Call me over protective, but if she had died, I would put all the blame on her father and then I would have killed a man. I have zero tolerance for people remotely similar to my father, and that includes Dale. Just the mere mention of his name makes me want to punch him square in the face.

“Mmm” my gaze shot over to Mary, who sat straight up stretching in place, a tired smile placed firmly on her lips until she finished stretching.

“You been there all night?”

I shrugged, not wanting her to know that I had slept in the chair in the corner of the room, or the fact that I stayed up to make sure she was alright through the night before actually falling a victim to sleep myself. “No, slept out on the floor. Harry slept on the couch.”

She nodded, licking her bottom lip before thinking up something to say. “Where are they?” she paused, “Your brother and Harry?”

“School. It’s nearly ten.” I smiled, before clearing my throat and quickly wiping the smile from my lips when I noticed her sudden realization.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I need to get the homework turned in, and the homework for tonight!” she sprung up from the bed, watching as I shook my head as I swiftly stood up on my feet as well. Taking only a few strides to be firmly stood in front of her, with my hands on her shoulders.

“You’re not going. Not with that bruise fresh on your eye.” Her finger tips traced the purple ring around her eye, “Today—today you skip school darlin’.” Her eye brow went up in question, causing a small laugh to escape out of my lips. “You’ve never skipped school, haven’t you?”

“No, who do you think I am? You?” she laughed, looking around the room with a scrunched up face.

“What?”

“Where did you put my bags?”

My hands went to my hips, my tongue tracing my lower lip before clearing my throat. “Right, well since you are trying to keep a low profile with your dad trying to hunt you two down I figured you shouldn’t wear those for a while. I got you one of my plain white tees and a pair of black jeans. The shoes you have are fine—I guess. They have to be.” I chuckled. “I don’t have an extra pair that would fit your, obviously small feet.” Before I could blink her small hand collided with my arm, a smile plastered on her face.

“You’re even an ass on the morning.” She joked, “Just kidding, you’re an ass all time.”

“I’m deeply offended, Mary. Deeply. But not enough to change my ways.” I laughed, “I’ll wait for you in the living room. We can go grab some breakfast when you’re changed. Maybe we can cut your hair too.” I smiled, closing the door behind me. I don’t know how someone who was just betrayed, and hurt by the one person who is supposed to be one of many people she could trust, could be so—peppy and willing to joke around in the morning. She has never ceased to surprise me yet, she manages to annoy me every chance she gets so far.

“You know, these clothes are way more comfortable than my own, I should have taken up this look ages ago.” She fidgeted with the white fabric, looking up in time to notice me staring in her direction. “What?”

I shook my head, rubbing my chin, “uh- nothing. It’s nothing, let’s go grab a bite to eat now.” I glanced over at her, luckily she had been focused on her feet. “So, how long do you think ‘till you’re back with your mom? You guys going to like, move…?” I didn’t know how far to actually go with this topic, because I didn’t know just how sensitive she would be about it. She could either be, completely comfortable talking about it, and thinking about the possibilities, or she could be so sensitive to the point that just the mention of a word that relates to the topic could make her feelings drop completely.