Amnesty (Completed)

Part 36

Alex's POV

Frustrated, Felicity glares at Greyson, who slowly backs away.

Smart boy.

"You can fish it out of the toilet and still use it? My hair is done anyways!"

Nevermind. I chuck my phone into my backpack dumped next to Greyson's bedroom door, and scootch the swivel chair I'm in so I have a clearer view of Felicity and Greyson standing across from me in front of the hallway bathroom.

"Greyson Hollister! Is the bottle open or closed? And your hair is NOT done." Felicity has her hands on her hips. She's always been smaller than I have, delicately boned, but even with her small stature, she is a menace to deal with.

Greyson glances at the toilet bowl, where the bottle of gel currently sits. "Uh, open?"

"Right. Now, are you going to put that gel in your hair and ignore the toilet water infused into it?"

"Uh, no?"

"Then?" I could literally see the exclamation points following her sharply toned question.

"I don't know!"

"First your contacts and now this!"

"I told you, Alex dropped my contacts in the toilet!"

"What was he doing with your contacts anyways?"

"Don't ask me, ask him!"

I hold up my hands in defense as Felicity turns her dagger glare on me. "Don't bring me into this!"

She's acting like everything is normal between us. She hasn't spoken a word to me since she came into the house to doll up Greyson, and I feel irritatedly desperate for her attention.

I stand up. "Out of the benevolence of my heart, I can go get the gel."

Felicity's anger deflates. "Okay. Thank you."

Greyson shrugs. "Haven't you puffed my hair enough?"

"Greyson, shut up. Alex -"

"I have a condition," I interrupt. "Felicity has to go with me."

Felicity fires up within seconds. "What? No!"

"What!" I shoot back her. "Yes!"

She glares daggers at me, and whips around to Greyson. "Your friend is an ass."

Greyson looks confused. "Why do you keep calling him my friend? He's your friend too, right?"

Felicity looks like she's going to explode.

I chuckle, and toss her my car keys. "C'mon, m'lady. Let's go get Grey-boy some hair gel."

Being Felicity, she looks warily at the keys. "I'm driving?"

I pull her downstairs while Greyson examines himself in the mirror. "Only if you forgive me, m'lady."

She yanks away. "Nothing to forgive," she mutters. "We're not friends."

I open the front door, and she ducks under my arm. "Not-friends who kiss," I say accusingly.

She continues to stalk to the car, not turning around, but I can practically see her clenching her jaw. "The kiss meant nothing. I hate you." she nearly snarls.

Okay, she's mad. "Fine line, m'lady, fine line," I murmur.

A/N YOU GUYS I'M BACK AND ALIVE AFTER A FOUR DAY TOURNAMENT. And I ranked 3rd at a national-open in my category so I'm kind freaked out about it and I don't know what to do with myself ...

Anyways :) I have some ideas for Alex and Fel, who are not friends at the moment. 

Thoughts?