C O M P L E T E D
"Keep that pretty little head of yours in a book and you're gonna miss out on life.."
"What's life? The greasers and the socs constantly fighting? No thank you.. I'll stick to my book."
Greasers; they are the lower class.. yet toug...
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Liv
I snuggled into Ethan's neck hiding my face as he carried me up the steps to my house. I yawned and he kissed my forehead as Grayson opened the front door leaving the monkeys, Ethan and I to walk in.
I could feel the lights already on causing me to peek open my eyes and adjust to the light. A clearing of a throat caught my attention as Ethan walked us into the kitchen where Sam was sat on the Island, as well as a man standing beside her.
Ethan let me down gently immediately intertwining our fingers and rubbing his thumb over my hand. I looked at Sam who was smiling almost sympathetically at me, and for the man.. well he looks like he wants to jump in front of a bus.
His attitude screams.. I like to play in the busy street.
"Children of Adrian and Amelia Cole, yes or no?" The man asked in a monotone voice. I gulped not wanting to hear my parents names, and bring back the hurt again.
"What the fucks it to you?" Nick snapped crossing his arms over his chest showing off his bigger muscles he's made since the mafia. The man walked out from behind the island walking straight to him.
"Nichols." He said plainly moving to a very tired Max standing in front of him much like he did to Nick. "Maximus." Max gave him a weird look as the man walked to me, as Ethan held my hand tighter. He smiled when he came close to me. "Ah, Olivia."
Just as he smirked the door burst open and men poured into my house, one after another until there were at least twenty, and pointed guns at us. Ethan, Grayson, Max and Nick all whipped out gums as well pointing them back at then.
"Guys don't make this hard, just do what this dickhead says and you'll be fine." Sam said jumping off the island and glaring at the man. We're gonna call him.. Dr depressed- because he looks like he spends his pare time writing out the rough draft for his suicide note, I kinda feel bad for him.
Poor guy. But then again his friends are pointing guns at me.. so.
The one little guy pointing his gun at Ethan on the end winked in my direction.. big big mistake buddy. Ethan pointed his gun down and shot him right in the foot, making the guy yell and fall to the floor.
Sorry sir. He doesn't like when men look, touch, breathe or exist around me.. so.
All the men turned their guns to Ethan but relaxed when he put his gun in the waistband of his pants. He turned to me lifting up my right leg to his waist letting me climb up to him, and hold him like a koala bear. He held me tightly as he shoved his way through the armed men and walked to my driveway.
He leaned his back against a big black SUV and rubbed my back, putting his head in the crook of my neck. He peppered light kisses on my neck making me giggle and pull away from the ticklish sensation.
I leaned in and kissed his cheek laying my head on his shoulder. He chuckled when I ran my fingers through his hair and returned the little kisses back to his neck. He hummed when I brushed my lips over his ear and whispered.
