- My Blood // Ellie Goulding
Grace Milton; October 15
Mentions of @vicks @ingrid and @chrissykinz
“I see you’ve made a real effort for us today.” Karl eyed me up and down judgementally as I dropped gracelessly onto the couch next to him.
“Just because I’m not one of your perfectly made up who.res.” I scoffed as I stretched out lazily.
“No you would never be,” He sounded so judgemental, like he thought that slight against my character. Really though it made me a much better person.
“It’s because I’m trying to hinder the magnetic attraction everyone feels towards me.” I told him as dryly as I could manage.
“How’s that going for you?” Thomas asked, clearly trying to defuse the argument that he expected.
“Entirely to well.” Karl said snidely.
“Well enough.” I shrugged nonchalantly trying to ignore him and his general dickishness. Of course I had a vast amount of practice at that. Except actually he was being more of an as.s than usual.
“What crawled in your knickers and died?” I asked in a baby voice, leaning over to ruffle his hair.
“Nothing.” He snapped at me. Like literally I expected him to bare his teeth or something.
“Karl’s just had a hard day?” Thomas leant over to whisper to me. He was mostly mocking I think but there was something else there.
“What, did your latest sl.ut turn you down?” I teased him.
“You know you’re really judgemental Grace.” Thomas commented with a small frown.
“And you didn’t already know that?” I cocked my eyebrow in him in amusement.
“More so that you used to be.” Which wasn’t true. Not at all. Not one little bit. “Like what’s with all the prostitute references?”
“Have you seen the girls he dates?” I asked incredulously. Also slightly clueless as to the direction this conversation was going.
“That’s besides the point.” He frowned again.
“Okay what is up with both of you today?” I demanded, placing my hands on my hips as best I could whilst still lounging back.
“Nothing. You’re just being…”
“I’m being the same as always so don’t take that tone with me.” I insisted, pointing my finger for effect, “So either tell me what’s wrong or mellow the fu.ck out.”
“Nothing’s wrong.” They insisted in unison. Which basically meant if they were agreeing and in synch something was defiantly wrong.
“Okay fine don’t tell me,” I said, crawling across Karl’s lap, squeezing his knee in the process before sandwiching myself between the two of them. It defiantly spoke that something was wrong since neither of them complained and Karl didn’t make any snide jokes about me being fat or heavy or something, “See if I care.”
Of course that didn’t actually work. They weren’t rushing to tell me anything so I rolled my eyes and let out an exasperated huff of annoyance, why was everything so hard with them. “I think you should really tell me.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” Thomas sighed.
“It seems to me there’s something to tell.” I said, wrapping my arms around him and snuggling into his side. He just looked like he needed a hug.
“Just drop it Grace.” Karl snapped actually sounding legitimately mad. So I decided that maybe yes it was a good time to drop it.
“Fine, fine.” I sighed, wiggling my feet so they were tucked behind his back, seeing as he seemed to need a hug as well but I figured they’re probably object to a group hug or something. “You do know you can tell me anything though right?”
“Yes Grace I’m well aware.” Thomas said, cutting of Karl who had also opened his mouth to answer. Actually that was probably a good thing for me in complete honesty.
“Just checking,” I sighed, poking him the stomach. He sounded so world weary which wasn’t fun.
There was more silence that was actually verging on comfortable this time. Until my presence, which apparently has magical healing qualities, brought Karl back to his usual self
“Grace your bony foot is digging into my a.ss.” He snapped, though that mischievous smile had returned.
“I’m pretty sure it’s actually your a.ss that is bony.” I taunted back, deliberately kicking him. And basically you probably know how it degenerated from there.
I still knew there was something up with these boys and I was going to fix it. I mean I was already the one that kept Joe’s life together, another two of them wouldn’t help me.
“There’s a boy in your room.” Shay winked at me suggestively when I entered the living room, finally having decided Karl and Thomas were now mentally stable enough to be left alone. Or at least as close to mentally stable as those two ever were.
“Really?” I asked, frowning as I thought of who it could be, “Who is it?” It couldn’t be Joe because all the girls had seen him before and the only other guys I really ever saw were Thomas and Karl.
“I dunno,” she shrugged, flipping a page of her book.
“He was really hot though.” Bailey pipped up from where she was sitting.
“Oh yea.” Aria nodded in agreement. I was defiantly really quite puzzled
“You guys are no help.” I rolled my eyes leaning against the doorframe, “Attractive doesn’t really narrow it down.” I pointed out, well actually it does narrow it down but it’s not very specific. Like there are different types of attractive”
“Just go look.” Bailey told me, which okay was a fair point.
I turned to leave the room when a thought hit me, “Wait a second.” I turned back to look at them, “how did he get into my room without you noticing?”
“We did notice.” Shay pointed out in one of those ‘duh’ voices, “How else would we know he was attractive.”
“Oh yea.” I stopped the think about it, “Still how did he get into my room?” The question was still valid.
“Aria let him up.” Bailey shrugged.
“Aria he could be a serial killer or something.” I whined, narrowing my eyes at her.
“If he was a serial killer we would be dead, not sitting here talking to you.” Maybe she had a point. Still I didn’t like it.
“Maybe he just wants to kill me.” I was being ridiculous I know, but I was actually kinda nervous as to who it could me.
“Then he’s not a serial killer.” Shay had returned her attention to her book but still pipped up,
“Just go and see.” Bailey added with a small smile.
“Fine, fine. I am going.” I said, leaving the room before sticking my head back in through the door frame “If I don’t come back he actually was an murder and you should feel guilty for leading me into a trap.” I said before ducking out and trekking up the stairs more slowly than I ever had before.
When I got to my room I opened the door more hesitantly than I usually did, still wondering who it could be. At first I couldn’t see anyone so I pushed the door open fully and stepped inside. That’s when I noticed him curled up on my bed.
Cliff hanger…dun dun dun. Mostly because it was getting to long so I’m splitting it in two. Not this part but the next part. Sorry for the long wait xD