Page 137 of Lilah
"You," I point to Jonas. Before I can eventhinkof an insult, people walk into the room.
"Aye!" one of them shoutsveryloudly, "why wasn't I invited to this party?"
"Get out Sanfred," Grey grumbles.
"Who's this, who's this?" the guy Grey called Sanfred asks, smiling down at me. Don't compliment his dimples. Don't. Don't.
It's physically hurting me. Badly.
"What's your name doll baby?" Grey lets out a loud scoff, throwing an arm around my shoulder, nearly knocking me over.
"Oh, do we have a protective boy-boy here?" Sanfred smiles wildly. Boy-boy? Oh, that's my new favorite thing in the world.
"Mhm," Jai winks at me as he walks into the room, past Sanfred.
I feel a tug on my hair and I turn to find Linc, Jared Leto's hair clone, looking down at my hair in his hands.
Grey grabs my hair from Linc's hands.
"Don't fucking touch," he grumbles, a glare clearly present on his face.
"Can you teach me how to do that?" Linc ignores Grey. I smile wildly and nod.
I wish I had met these guys when Jake did.
"Oh," I remember Sanfred asked me a question, "I'm Azalea."
"Are you a new recruit? Are you gonna take my job or are you good with guns?" he smiles. Grey grips onto me and pulls me to his chest, holding the side of my face squished against him.
"No," he says sternly.
"Mama Bear iscoming out," Sanfred laughs.
"Tell me all his secrets and I'll give you a hundred dol-" Grey covers my ears from Sanfred's offer and I giggle.
I like Sanfred.
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"Would you like to be my model?" I place my hands on my hips, staring up at Grey. His upper lip curls up unhappily.
"No," he grunts and I roll my eyes, leaning against the wall in his hallway.
"Then I don't want to hear it," I inform him and his face doesn't change.
"Sanfred just wants you to fucking touch him," he grumbles out.
Oh whatever.Using someone with long enough hair to help teach Linc how to braid means nothing. It just so happens that Sanfred has a flow haircut that is long enough.
"Then get me a doll," I offer.
"What do you just want me to pull one out my ass?" he asks sarcastically.
"Grey," I start, "I hope you don't do that in your free time."
"Use your own damn hair," he speaks still unhappily.
"In case you haven't noticed, my hair is down to my butt. It takes a long time to braid it and I'm not going to throw all the hard work I put in this morning away," I scoff. My arms were jelly after braiding all my hair this morning.
