Killer One ✓

Chapter 27

Lacey.

"You bought my boyfriend a pig."

This sentence was a little confusing because I did not in fact, buy said pig for Finn yesterday. Travis and Ben did, which was something I thought Annabeth knew. I also thought she knew that Travis wasn't here in my bed with me because he was always up and out of my room as the sun was coming up. While I gave her the benefit of the doubt that she didn't know exactly when Travis left my room each morning, she could at least use her eyes and see he wasn't in the room.

I was still half asleep and figured that she'd realize her mistake eventually so without opening my eyes, I buried myself deeper into my pillow and hoped that she would just leave.

"I had to listen to squealing all night and Finn got up and out of the bed about twenty-five times before he eventually just brought the damn pig back to bed and held it all night long," Annabeth continued to rant to me.

Travis chuckled and his voice sounded too close. I turned my head so that the other side of my face was against my pillow and forced one eye to peek open.

And there, still under the covers in all his glory was Travis. I squinted at the window to see that the sun was very much up. I wasn't sure if he'd stayed in bed this entire time or if he had left and just gotten back. It didn't matter. This was the first time in I don't even know how long that I had the privilege of waking up next to him without worrying if he was alive or dead.

Unfortunately, Annabeth was here and not as excited about it.

"What's wrong with you?" she whisper-shrieked at him, stepping further into the room.

Travis shrugged, tucking his hands behind his head. "I'm an asshole?"

I closed my eyes as Annabeth continued, "You've been an asshole since the day I met you but you never felt inclined to buy a pet pig!"

"You don't know that," Travis argued calmly.

"Whose idea was this?" Annabeth asked and after a pause said, "Where'd you get it? I need to return it."

To this, my eyes snapped back open and I saw her much closer to the bed than she had previously been.

"No, you can't return it," I protested, making a mental note to figure out if it was a boy or girl. "Finn has a pet!"

"I know!" Annabeth yelled, waving her hands around like that was a bad thing.

Travis stretched and pushed his hands against the dark wood headboard, forcing his body down further on the bed as he straightened out his arms. I watched his muscles flex underneath the tattooed ink.

"You're not thinking about this logically," he began.

Annabeth interrupted him. "Oh, I'm not being the logical one? Do you even know what pigs eat? Do you know what they need to survive? Stay healthy? What they need to sleep?"

"They eat food," Travis said and made no attempt to answer any of her other questions which, judging by the glare Annabeth was sending him, was probably a good thing.

"I think a stab wound would cause me less pain than you do on the regular," Annabeth deadpanned.

Travis nudged me with an elbow and grunted, "Lacey."

I looked at him, not following. "What?"

He sighed and his hand came down from its spot on the headboard and landed right on my face, pushing me further into the pillow. I swatted his hand off and he relocated it to the top of my head.