Morphed

Chapter 12

We turned around to face a very large man. It made me nervous just looking at him.

"The doctor asked us to go get something out of his car." Gavin said innocence laced in his tone, but it lost the innocence when I saw what he was holding behind him. He glanced at me then at my hand, motioning for me to take it.

I slowly grabbed it and held it behind my back.

"Oh really? Dr. Overly sent patients out to his car? I don't think so." The man took a step towards Gavin so I flashed out the needle and stabbed the point into his arm. Oblivion came over him quickly and he was down.

"Let's go, I'm sure there's more of them." Gavin grabbed my hand and we ran. We ran out the door, down the alley, down another small street until we finally reached a street that was familiar. It was near downtown Denver.

"I don't have my phone." I muttered. "Do we have to walk all the way back to my house?" I whined. I felt like I had just ran a marathon and had no desire to walk another one.

"Let's find a nice looking person and see if they can take us home." We began to walk deeper into the city. "I can't believe that fat guy went down so fast. I thought he would take a while, or that you would miss or something." Gavin laughed. His laugh is actually perfect.

"Why would I miss? I have good aim." I pouted.

"Eh... I've seen you throw a basketball before."

"I actually hate you."

"Then why are you holding my hand?" He smirked cockily.

"What? No! I'm not...! No!" My face was bright red and I pulled my hand out of his.

"Oh it's okay, I know you liked it."

"Shut up!" My voice cracked. Great, now I'm a teenage boy.

"You sound like a physcopath when your voice cracks." He said, laughing.

"No I sound like you." I grinned.

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Okay, fine you win. Now let's focus on finding a ride. But to be truthful, I don't sound like that."

"Mhmm." I mumbled.

"That person looks decent." He pointed to a young lady (early 20's probably) walking her little dog to her car.

"Excuse me?" I said, walking up to her.

"Yes?" She smiled.

"Would you mind giving us a ride? Someone dropped us off here and I live in the suburbs." I sweetly said.

"I would love to. Is he coming?" She pointed at Gavin.

"Yes. Gavin! Come on!" I yelled.

"He's cute." She said smiling. I felt this burn inside of me when she said it.

"Yes, he is." I said flatly.

"Oh, is he yours? Sorry." She said, not nervous enough. "Hope you're not allergic to dogs." She opened her passenger door and set her dog in then opened the back for us. "Sorry it's kind of cluttered." She smiled at Gavin and once again I felt defensive.

"Thanks." Gavin gave his most charming smile.

Fuck. It was hot. But not when it was towards someone else.

"Get in the car goddammit." I muttered, pushing him in.

"I'm trying. You don't have to be such a-"

"Such a what, Gavin?" I cut him off, shutting the door.

"Never mind."

"What I thought."

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"I guess it's not important." I said in the bitchiest tone I could muster.

"Excuse me? Where do you live?" The lady in the front asked, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh, sorry. I live in Greenwood Village."

"Woah. That's an expensive place to live." She muttered under her breath. I chose to ignore it.

I was silent the whole car ride while Gavin and the woman talked. I refused to interact with either of them.

"Here we are." She said after I gave her the address.

"Thanks." I jumped out of the car quickly and stormed into the house. Still, no one was home. I guess Diana and Josh were working late and Andrew was somewhere.

"What's up with you?" Gavin asked, trailing behind me.

"Nothing. Why would anything be wrong?" I knew I sounded pissed.

"You sound pissed." He shrugged.

"Well I'm not." Well I am.

"I know you're angry. I just don't know why." Damn right I'm angry.

Wait, why am I angry?

"Yeah. Well let's just... Get to the project."

"We were just kidnapped and you're worried about school?"

"Hell yes I'm worried about school." That's not what I'm worried about.

Why was I freaking out so much about her calling him cute? It's not like we're a thing or much less would he ever like me.

I had this sudden rush of consciousness. I ran to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. My face stared at me in the mirror, mocking my every movement.

"God, why can't you be pretty." I said to the reflection.

"Brynne?" The door broke Gavin's voice a little bit.

"What?"

"Just- just come out when you're done so we can work on this." I stared at the dark hair and blue eyes for another minute before leaving.

Gavin was sitting outside my room door on his phone when I got upstairs. "You ran pretty fast to get to the bathroom." He glanced up from his phone smiling.

"Emergency." I stalked into my room.

"Could you at least tell me what I did?"

I didn't respond.

"Brynne." His voice was soft and so was his hand as he grabbed my arm and turned me around.

"What." I crossed my arms.

"What's wrong?" He knit his eyebrows together in the cutest way.

"You." I thought I said in my head but obviously not.

"Me?" He asked.

"Um... No... That's not- that's not what I said." I stuttered.

"What about me?" His eyes looked hurt. Uh oh.

"Not in a bad way, you dork. In a fucking great way and I don't know how to deal with my problems or with you and you just... You just... Ugh." I put my head in my hands. "Can we work on the project now?" I said into my hands.

"No." He squatted down in front of me. "Brynne, look at me."

No. I could not look at him. His eyes would melt me into a puddle of nothingness.

"Brynne." Gavin gently removed my hands from my eyes. He was smirking while my face was burning. "Do you like me, Brynne?"

"No. Not when you're such a dick." Just tell him plain no. Then he'll leave you alone.

"Well guess what?" He said and I waited in silence. "I kind of don't hate you when you're not such a bitch."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Yes, and you should take it as one so I don't feel stupid doing this." Gavin brushed his lips softly against mine. "I actually the opposite of hate you." He whispered and pressed his lips against my own again.

It almost made me forget about being a morph.

Almost.