Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

09. Jealous BloodHound On The Move

CHAPTER 9: Jealous BloodHound On The Move

The next moment I wake up, I see Aaron with his back to me, he wears general dark jeans and a flimsy black t-shirt, the sleeve seeming too tight against his biceps as he seems to have flicked on the kettle. I watch as he grabs onto the hot chocolate that Vaughn normally brings for me, he loosens the lid, tipping the contents down the sink. He turns the radio off, opening the cupboard and slipping out a packet of soup.

"I know you're awake." He murmurs, only just pouring the water from the kettle into the cup that holds the ingredients of the soup.

"I saw what you just did." I mutter, just as he turns around, mixing the soup before he takes the same seat next to me. I take a look at his face now, he's shaved and showered, a bag of his clothes are near the couches, along with a laptop screen that's open, but locked.

"It was cold." Is all he says, before placing the soup on the tray and positioning it in front of me.

His hands hold his head as he digs his elbows into the bedspread, closing his eyes next to me, "I could have put it in the microwave." I tell him in retort.

He shakes his head, "It's a mere hot chocolate, Olive. You don't need it and he doesn't need to come check on you every day because I am here. I am the one taking care of you, I don't even know what you need him for. He's useless, he's not even in our division and yet you still mingle with him. You don't need his hot chocolates anymore." He finalises it in a voice that says 'end of discussion', he didn't growl but, he was visibly stressed.

I shake my head, "What's wrong with Vaughn? He's been perfectly nice to me and he's keeping a promise by bringing me those hot chocolates every morning-" he interrupts me, slowly, very slowly bring his head back up and looking straight into my eyes.

"What promise?"

I give him a confused look, "To make me a hot chocolate every morning. I honestly didn't think he would go through with it though." I mutter the last bit under my breath, he leans in.

"How could you have possibly met him, Olive? He's on the other side of the school, he shouldn't even know you." His face turns into a scowl before me.

I shake my head at him, "A friend set us up on a date that I was supposed to go in the weekend. When I met up with them for dinner after the shooting raised, we got to talking and I liked him. He was easy to get along with and we...just clicked. He made a hot chocolate for me that night and I made a comment about him making one for me every morning." I explain and his eyes seem to grow darker.

"Shooting range? After you beat my score, you had dinner with him?" He looks as though he might just explode into cuss words as he stares straight forward, giving me his aggressive profile now.

"What do you like about him, huh? He's lanky, he's a tool and that freakin Prince Charming act is a whole load of bullshit, Olive. You can't possibly be this naive?" He asks me incredulously, I roll my eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with him."

"What does he have that no other man has, then? Because you're obviously flustered by it, every time he comes in, you act different!" He's getting angry now, but he still remains in his seat.

I turn away, not helping my lips lift up slightly, "He's a complete and utter gentleman for one." Aaron scoffs,

"There are different ways of being a gentleman, Olive. Not everything has to be what only the eyes can see, he's playing you to get in your pants, it's as simple as that." He's convinced as he crosses his arms in front of me and his muscles bulge right out.