Page 141 of Lilah
I look at the plain black lock screen and I scoff. That's going to change immediately.
"Password?" I ask, expecting him to take his phone back and to type it in himself.
"834953," he says and my eyebrows raise.
"Put you're fuckin' recognition-shit thing in," he mumbles, his attention focused on the channel check. My heart falls to my cooter and my smile never falls.
I bend down, take a great picture of Bear and me, and change his plain black backgrounds. I swear Bear is a much better model than I'll ever wish to be.
I call the pizza place and order what we want before going into his settings and setting the recognition-crap thing as he called it. Aka, face recognition.
"Oh look," Grey's extremely sarcastic voice says, "Aaron's fuckin' calling you."
He hands me my phone and I answer it.
"Hey A-a-ron," I smirk.
"Hello sweet Azzy," I can basically hear the smile he has on his face.
The call is definitely a little unexpected. He usually just shows up to see me, he doesn't really call.
"I wanted to check on you," he says, "especially after what happened the last time I was there."
"Oh. Well, I'm perfectly good, thank you," I say.
"How's that asshole with the tattoos?"
"Who?" my eyebrows furrow.
"Fifty-year-old dude," he adds and my eyebrows furrow even furrow. If he's talking about Mr. Terrip, we're going to have some issues.
And he's just going to have to get got.
"Silver," he adds another.
"You mean Grey?" I question, unsure. Grey turns toward me at the mention of his name.
"Bingo. He hasn't done anything has he?" he questions.
"Aaron, I told you he's not like that. He's done nothing," I sigh and watch as Grey's face turns into a scowl.
Aaron sets off on a whole entire twenty-five-minute lecture of what to do if Grey does anything. He starts by reminding me that 911 is a thing and he ends by wanting Grey's number or either to talk to him.
I hung up on him.
The doorbell rings and Grey drags me to the door with him.
"Hello!" I greet once he opens the door. A girl probably around Grey's age stands on the other side, the pizzas in her pizza-warming-pouch-thingy. She pops her bubble gum once before setting her eyes on the large man beside me. Her stern look drops and she pops her hip out.
Grey remains quiet.
"Uh," I interrupt her staring, "how much for it?"
I watch her as her eyes travel down Grey. Her bottom lip rolls into her mouth and my stomach churns.
I look over at him to find his eyes set intently on me.
"How much?" I ask once more only to be ignored again.
