Finding The Gang Leaders Heart

Chapter Seven

The next few days were alright. When I walked into a room people still looked at me with pity or concern. I learned to ignore it pretty well. Today was quiet, because almost everybody was out doing business. They usually don't tell me what they're doing but whatever that's fine. There were a few people lingering at the house, but I didn't pay attention to who.

I sat in my room looking at the walls. I hate pink with a deep passion. They did say I could do anything to my room. I walked out of my room and headed down the carpeted stairs to the main floor. I found the door that goes to the basement in the kitchen. The lights flickered on and I walked down carefully. Josh told me once that they keep all the extra supplies down here. Including paint. There was a large concrete room with a few doors going to other places. What I was interested in though is the cleaning supplies and paint in the corner of the room. Along with various weights and a few discarded guns.

I picked through the gallons of paint finding a soft white and a dark black. I hauled them back upstairs along with some paint rollers and things I thought I might need.

I spend the next few hours moving my furniture and tapping the walls at the top and bottom. I decided on doing two walls black and two white. It would be cleaner and a lot better then pink. I finally got to the point where I could start painting. All my furniture in the middle of the room.

I dipped the roller in the white paint and got busy.

About an hour later I had two and half walls done. It was looking pretty good. My door swinging open almost made me drop paint onto the carpet. I snapped my head in the direction and saw none other than himself. Coby was wearing a muscle tee-shirt. It made me realize why they call them that. His biceps were on showcase and let me just say get the popcorn. His arms had tattoos all the way down and he pulled it off very well. His black hair was a little messy but still standing up. It would be a lot easier to ignore him if he was ugly.

"What are you doing?" he asks as he looks around. I respond raising my eyebrows like he's dumb.

"Painting" I respond bluntly, turning back around and continuing to work.

"Okay, I dont want the attitude I came to apologize," he says frustrated. His words surprised me and I turned back around staring him dead in the eyes. He took a few steps closer and looked at me closer. It pissed me off to no extent but I didn't stop him.

"Your eyes are grey?" He observes but says it more as a question. I roll my eyes at his remark.

"And my hair is black what's your point?" I snapped at him. He ignores my attitude and continues to stare.

"I I just I didnt notice before" He was cute when he didn't know what to say. I think the best way to make this stop is to change the topic.

"What are you apologizing for?" I asked lifting my chin up so I wasnt staring at his muscles. He got visibly uncomfortable when I asked. So the bad guy has a soft spot?

"For killing that guy I should have been smarter" Coby responded quietly and looked down at his hands. I thought about it for a minute. Coby just apologized to me? It doesnt change the fact that the man is dead. At least he was putting forth an effort. Its more than I thought I would ever get from him.

"I forgive you" I say quietly and then turn around facing my back to him. I picked up my brush and kept going at the walls. I could still feel his presence behind me.

"Do you need help" He asks maybe with a bit of hope in his voice.

"From you? No." I responded not even looking at him. He ignores me though because he picks up a brush and walks to the wall starting to paint it. I decided not to voice my questions to him. We stand there in silence for another hour until the walls are done. Then I look at him and he chuckles.

"What?" I ask, scared. He walks to me and stops when our bodies are only inches apart. He smells like firewood. He lifts his hand and I flinch. I know he notices but he doesnt question. He uses his thumb and brushes my nose, I see the paint on his finger that just came off my nose. I laugh a little and then start cleaning up. Trying to ignore the thought that his body was that close to me.

"Do you want to watch a movie with the gang in a few minutes?" He asks heading to my door.

"Sure," I responded, still not looking up. I like to pretend he means the scooby gang and not the drug dealing gang. He starts to walk out.

"And Coby" I say and he turns around "Thank you for the help."

About twenty minutes later I walk down stairs to everyone in the living room. They sit on the couches and a few people on the floor. The only empty spot left on the couch is next to the devil himself. I bite my lip and then brace myself. I sit down next to him, legs brushing each other. I can tell he's looking at me but I stare straight ahead.

They finally decide on a movie and for the next couple hours we watch it and eat popcorn. I think it's funny that probably everyone in this room has killed someone but here we are acting like nothing is wrong and watching a movie. I admire how close they all are to each other. I wonder if I will ever get used to this even if it's just for a few months.

When the movie is over most of the people go to their rooms. Coby leaves as well and then I realized how much warmth he was giving me when I got cold.

I look up to see Seth staring at me. I give him a questioning look.

"What are you doing to him" he says almost in amazement.

"Who?"

"Coby"

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't watched a movie with us in months. He always skips movie night" Seth explains with wide eyes.

"How is that my problem?"

"Because he started to change when you got here" I let his words sink in.

"Well I don't know what I did because one moment he's nice and the next he's a dick" I rant to him.

"Well whatever it is, keep doing it. We all like it."