Page 21 of Grace of Spades
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me. No one told the guard about me and now he's calling the police." I state.
"Oh, Jesus Christ. Okay, hold on." He says before hanging up on me. The guard is giving me a self-satisfied smirk that I just want to smack off his face. Luckily, I don't have to because his phone rings.
"Security... Yes, sir... Oh.... Oh... No, sir... I'm sorry, sir... Of course, sir." He pouts but lets me inside and I thank him graciously. He's just doing his job after all. You really can't be too careful and if this wasn't Andras’ place I would probably be the person you'd want to keep out. I can't really blame him. I really need to get a real ID soon though. Toni Soprano can only take me so far.
I pull up and park off to the side and head in the house where I'm greeted by Andras in his jammies. Are those little scales on them? He has Justice Jammies? That’s adorable.
"Grace, thank God you're okay!" He says bringing me into a hug.
"Uh hi. Sorry, I'm late. My friend got into some shit and then I grabbed my bike." I say trying hard not to freak out at the sudden closeness. He lets go and looks me over stopping at the helmet under my arm.
"You have a bike?" He asks.
"Yeah, I bought it when I was fifteen. Wanna see him?" I ask with a chuckle dragging my uncle out the door. He lets out a whistle. "I had him in storage but I figured it was safe to park here," I explain.
"It's nice. I didn't know you could drive or I would have offered you one of my cars." He shrugs.
"One of?" I ask, incredulous.
"Yeah..."
"You're only one person! Why do you need more than one car?" I ask. He smiles and presses in a code on the side of the garage and the doors lift to reveal three cars.
"I admit it. I was wrong." I mutter following my feet to the works of art in front of me. A '57 gold Cadillac Eldorado, a red '69 Corvette Stingray, and a black '67 Camaro.
"What kind of idiot would let a seventeen-year-old drive one of these?" I ask making him laugh.
"I trust you." He says closing the door. I watch them until they are securely locked up before turning back to the house. I don't trust myself that much.
"So, how was the movie?" He asks.
"I didn't get to watch all of it. My buddy Ray called halfway through. I needed to help him out." I say honestly.
"Well, you can always go another day." He shrugs.
"What was Liam doing here earlier?" I ask.
"Oh, he just wanted some advice that's all." He lies. I mean, fair is fair so I don't call him on it.
9
Grace
I wake up to a loud bang and I’m up with my knife out before I can register where the threat is. My heart is pounding when Christian storms into my room like he owns the place. He freezes at the sight of me, knife out in a giant band tee and nothing else.
"Fuck! Don't do that!" I sigh setting down my knife.
"Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you." He mutters. I can tell he feels bad for scaring me but like, what the hell?
"All good. What's up?" I ask trying to calm down my heart rate.
"I wanted to know what you were doing for lunch?" He asks gently. That's what he barges into my room at seven in the morning for?!
"I'm going to be at school." I state heading to my dresser and grabbing my uniform, still groggy even with a pounding heart.
I take a deep breath and focus on getting dressed. I'm thankful I had a shower before bed last night. Now I can just throw my shit on, load up and go. I wear leggings under my skirt today so I can ride my bike. I should offer Kennedy a ride.
