Different

Chapter Twenty-Five

Asher's POV--

Driving way faster than I should be, I swear I have never gotten from point A to point B as quick as I just did. Luckily, it's still pretty early in the morning, so there aren't many cars on the roads at this time. I would be in deep shit if there were. 

Pulling up into Rachel's driveway, I noticed her car's gone and only Macy's and Kyle's are here. Wait, what the fuck is Kyle doing here already? Can he seriously not keep his hands off Macy for more than a few hours? The two of them sicken me. Always watching them be so handsy around me, when at least Kyle knows damn well what I'm going through right now. Well obviously Macy knows to, and that's the reason I'm here. Thank goodness Rachel seems to be gone which mean she won't have to see what's about to happen to her cousin.  

Without even knocking on the door, I just barge in, hoping I'm not going to interupt some kind of sex fest in the living room. Not even going to comment on the fact that the front door is left unlocked.  However, the room looks pretty empty besides a blanket drapped across the couch and a pair of underwear in front of it. Seriously? She can't even clean up after herself...? 

"Macy! Get your slutty ass in here!" She clearly isn't in the living room, so I shout to get her attention. I don't care if she gets pissed that I'm here or that I'm waking her up. What she did deserves an explaination. Unfortunately, I don't get a response, so I try again. "Macy! Wake the fuck up!"

Even after me yelling twice, I still don't see her or Kyle showing their faces. What the hell are they doing? Trying to avoid the nasty ass underwear on the floor, I rush up the stairs and head towards the bedroom. There aren't that many rooms in this place, so Macy has to be in there if she's not downstairs. 

"Macy?" My voice is quieter this time, but it still has a sense of anger in it.

Turning the corner, I instantly see her blonde hair spilling over the side of her bed, so she must still be asleep in her bed. Such a lazy ass. The first thing that pops into my mind is dumping a cup of water on her to wake her up, but I refrain from being that big of a dick and just go over to pull her comforter off of her. Let's just pray that she at least has some sort of clothes on underneath. If not, then this might get a little more interesting that I was hoping. 

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"What the....?" As soon as the warmth and comfort of her blanket is pulled off of her, she wakes up with a pleasant scream. I also could not be happier that she's in fact in a matching pair of neon green pajamas. No strip show today.

"Morning," It's taking a whole lot of me to not call her something I so desperatly want to. Throwing her shit on the floor, I take the opportunity to lean against the wall next to Macy's bed.

"Why the hell are you in my room right now? Can't you see that Rachel is clearly not in here?" Her question makes me laugh because she has no idea why I'm really standing here. "What's so funny?"

"The fact that you think that it was your place to tell Amy about Rachel. Who the fuck do you think you are? This is my relationship not yours," There's no time to beat around the bush, so I say exacty what I have been wanting to. 

"Okay, psycho. This is not the time to be coming into my home and into my bedroom to wake me up and tell me off. I am obviously not in the mood for this right now. Can we pause for like half an hour so I can at least get dressed and get breakfast?" Her words throw me off just a bit because I wasn't expecting her to be so calm and not even care about what's actually going on. 

"What...I...sure?" I struggle to come up with something as I attempt to keep my guard from coming down. 

"Good. Oh and by the way...do you mind not breaking into my place again. That's fairly frowned upon usually," Macy casually crawls out of her bed and strolls over to her closet to grab a blue tank top and a pair of dark blue capris. Before I knew it she was stripping off her shorts. "Were you planning on watching me change?"