Dirt

19

Hello, so I highly regret writing this chapter I don't know who I am thinking I can write smut?? Uh, no, I'm a dumb virgin bitch someone lock me up. That being said, I apologize profusely...and chances are something a little similar will show up again. :( Oops, sorry

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Princeton

Jokes on Grace, Dad wasn't even home. The bars would have kicked him out by now so the only other place I can guess is his bitchy girlfriend Donna. It was a breath of relief when I let Knox in.

I have no idea what's going on. He came into McDonalds looking like he just saw a dead dog. He looked hot in a suit, curls nearly the same color as the suit jacket, his face milky with vulnerability. But he had a heavy frown on his face that I haven't seen since the first night I met him. It wasn't right. I thought maybe one of the idiots did it, that's why he was here. They roped him into food after his and Grace's concert. 

So I did that stupid thing where I talked too much. I didn't care one bit about letting him stay over. I can't even remember all of the last time he came over. Episodes pick and choose what memories you get to keep and what you feel about them. I remember listening to him describe his dyslexia after I put a downer of how shit i felt. I remember looking into his eyes and actually seeing Knox.  All of him. I definitely did not forget that little bit about being gay.

The whole night Sandra and Fred bothered me about the boy waiting for me. Working so often you can get close to people, Sandra's worked night shifts with me for the past three years. She's practically one of the boys when it comes to knowing things. Sometimes more.

However, I didn't have an answer. Knox was being initiated into the group. Knox was in the serious range as Raine --occasionally a snob yet still loose enough to joke back. He's wicked on the piano and guitar, I heard in school or over at Roger's. He's still a mystery. And he's hot. Especially when he's actually there.

Roger was fucking pissed at him. Screaming at me for finding Knox and not calling him right away. Then insisting to come to get him. The way Knox watched his feet as he walked he definitely did not want to go back to be pecked to death by the vulture. 

Grace was clearly different though. He immediately grabbed the phone and talked to her like he does when they're talking about 'home'. Low, careful. It was a phone call from 'someone back home' that roused him up. It was confusing. But he didn't need me rolling in his dirt. 

By the time I get out of the shower, it's two in the morning. When I wipe away the stream on the mirror I'm only there a bit. My hair is slick from being combed through, my green eyes shine, little bits of milk leaked into my water that makes me a tiny bit opaque. I can see myself just a little. Ruined in the pitted mirror and harsh light of a shitty trailer bathroom. 

I wonder what makes me opaque tonight of all times. It's two o'clock in the morning, the whole trailer is freezing Knox to death in my bedroom, and Dad has a ten percent chance of being frozen in a ditch somewhere. Maybe it's the second one. This time I'm conscious in the presence of a hot dude in my bed. Not dirty, not dirty, just highly impressive. Something that might just throw me out the window.

I take shake my head at myself, looking away to take a big shot of the watery whiskey I always keep in the medicine cabinet. I brush my teeth staring at the watery version of me in the mirror. Once I'm all done, I turn off the bathroom light, shocked there's still light in my room. Even really light, calm music playing.

Knox is sitting on my bed, the mattress pathetic under him, elbows propped upon his knees. The full moon illuminates his silhouette. He's fucking lucky he gets a jawline like that. He both gets to be the guy with that jawline and the guy who gets ass because of his jawline.