Don't Touch

Who We Are

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you all for reading this story, I really can't tell you how much it means to me that you're all waiting for more. If I'm honest with you all, this was just a whatever story to pass the time for my other book Solitude. Which is entered in the Watty Awards and isn't doing that well. So while you're all waiting for this to be updated, swing by my profile and check out Solitude. And if you're curious about it I'll tell a little bit about it.

It's a little like this story in the sense that the characters fight against supernatural forces. What makes it a bit different is that it has vampires and werewolves, and no not the now stereotyped kind where they want love. They're killers. So again, if you want check it out vote comment tell me what you think. And yeah i know, 'Quit advertising your other story and get on with Greg and them blue_jay! >:(' So by popular demand, I give you Don't Touch Chapter 7 I believe. Enjoy :)

Greg quickly turned over on his side as someone drew open the curtains. When he heard what sounded like a gasp beside him Greg threw the pillow over his head and motioned for whoever it was to go away. He didn't feel at all like getting up right now, all he felt like doing was sleeping. But whoever was in the room with him truly wasn't going to give up on him. They sat down beside him and patted his shoulder, gently trying to get him to turn over.

Relauctantly he turned over and let them draw the pillow off his face. Much to Greg's surprise he found himself staring up at Flannery. Shooting up Greg hit the back board of the bed, which earned him a chuckle from Flannery. She extended her hand tpwards Greg and a little too late did he realise he didn't have a shirt on, and that she was reaching to touch his chest. Before her hand made contact however she pulled away and gave him a questioning look.

"You really are skinny aren't you?" She asked.

"What." Was all Greg managed to get out.

"You," Flannery said pointing at Greg, and in a somewhat teasing tone she added. "You're REALLY skinny you know. When I was doing your bandages I thought I'd see some abs on you, but nope you just got a flat stomach."

"Uh-" Greg began feeling his face begin to grow hot. He'd never really been quite so exposed in front of strangers like this. To think his first time being that way he wasn't even conscious for it, that thought was embarrassing for some reason. "Well I'm a vegan you know. We aren't exactly the most muscular people in the world."

"Well still," She said with a shrug. "I figured you'd have some abs at least-"

"Well let me clear this up for you then," Greg said as he pulled the blanket up a bit to cover himself. "Not a teenage boys have six-packs that a lot of you girls like."

"Oh I know that," Flannery said sitting on the edge of Greg's bed. "But when I saw you filling out Sixx's shirt like that I just figured you weren't as scrawny as I thought."

Greg raised his eyebrow at that, the idea of this girl checking him out before made him almost laugh. Something about the way she described her logic sounded eerily similar to the way he stereotyped a good deal of teen girls. Always thinking that boys have abs and other things of that nature, then again with al the weird teen shows with the muscular male characters might lead to that. It was the same way for him seeing skinny girls with 'large assets' on tv.

Greg was about to comment on how she thought he was scrawny, but the sight of something black on his shoulder snatched his attention. Turning his head Greg saw what looked like-if anything-three arrows joined at the center but pointing in different directions, and surrounding the arrows were a number of black dots that looked lik they were burned into his skin.

"What is this?" Greg demanded shooting off the bed and darting over to the mirror. "What the hell is this?"

"Greg calm down," Flannery said gesturing for him to sit. "I'll-"