GILROY - A Hudson (top ten books to read .txt) 📗

After a while, I pryed for information but he isn't one to budge and neither would Duke but I could only try. "So, you won't say where you were except we have to pick up the practise and get a move along? That is what you're saying right?" I asked as I dipped my head down. I sat on the table with my legs folded and he sat in the chair, saying nothing. He sat with deep thoughts from what I presume. I looked up and over to the door and then around making sure it actually was only himself and I.

"Please. Be honest. The stories as children...... they're real. Aren't they?" I said as I leaned forward. His eyes flickered and his gaze broke to look at me. Licking his bottom lip, he grimaced. "What do you mean?" He replied as he rolled his thumbs together. I cracked my middle knuckle. "Angels, Demons, Vampires, Werewolves? The lot." I said with a hiss in the back of my throat. I guess I was sort of angry that I was fed lies that happen to be truths. He cocked his head to the side. I leaned forward abit further. "It's just angels and demons, isn't it?" And I sort of gave a hopeful but saddened look at my hands. Then he leaned forward with his elbows planted on his thighs. "They're very muchly real, Charlie." He said lightly. "Good or evil?" I asked as he gave a laugh. "It depends. They're divided." He rolled his foot and ankle in a circle. I coughed. "How are they divided?" I knew I was pressing my luck but I had to try, he owed me this. Conner studied me with his brows low. "How are you so curious all of a sudden?" He didn't crack. Damn it. He shuffled in his seat. The way his stubble came through, I imagined how it'd feel against my fingers. God, why was he so gorgeous? Then he grunted as he watched me. I guess I must have been staring. Oh shit. I forced a coughing fit to cover up and finished with a heave. How could I think that?

"Why do you avoid my questions?" I was getting impatient. He sat back and his adams apple bobbed. "How am I avoiding?" This is exactly what he keeps doing! So I leaned forward. "Just like that. You avoid answering my questions by asking me questions." I could feel myself starting to fume with almost dissapointment. He couldn't even look at me let alone answer my accusation. I stood up and gathered my things. "Feeling alone isn't just about having no friends anymore. And right now, I've never felt so isolated." I headed for the door without looking at him and slammed it behind me.

Does this place not know what a sun is? Dark grey clouds hung above ME and all around this place. I'm in a bad mood and I've barely even been here long. I can't believe him! How am I avoiding them? Well, um I don't know. Maybe it has something with the question you just asked! There's something they don't want told and now, all I can think about is what that something is. And boy is it bugging me.

I headed back for the dorms. And I felt sick to my stomach about what was being said by Rachel on Facebook. I hadn't heard from my brothers since before I left home. I just felt like everything was completely wrong and I couldn't do anything. "I couldn't help but follow the footprints you apparently stomped into the lawn." I turned to see Dee cleaning her glasses. I cracked my knuckles. "By the looks of it, you probably want to be alone. But, we're going for a coffee or something later. If you wanted to join." I smiled at her with gratitude. "I appreciate it. I'll let you know." She gave me a hint of a smile but didn't show it. It's almost like this girl knows me better than I know myself. "So, there's a sign on your dormroom door. And I know exactly who put it up." I dropped my hands in defeat beside me with wide eyes. Dee slipped her glasses back on. "In all honesty, I was going to do some payback but I couldn't let you miss out." I looked at her and tightened my ponytail. "Well, I guess I might aswell take my mood out on something." We started heading for the dorms but I found myself slowing. "Is it-" Dee finished my sentence for me. "Still up? Nah. I took that shit down more so for the culprit. It's the worst attempt at embarrassing somebody. It barely even stuck to the door." I found myself smiling. "Thank you." She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and squeezed. "You can thank me by helping me get this fucker back." We bumped knuckles and headed toward our rooms. 

We spent the afternoon at the small discount chemist piling bottles of lube and boxes of condoms into our basket. Then continued to clear the shelf of laxatives. I placed my hand on her forearm. "Hey, we don't want to kill him." My voice low at her. Dee just cocked her hip and glared at me over her glasses. "Believe me, we couldn't even if we wanted to." We moved up to the register and piled everything onto the counter. The girl serving us chewed on her gum and glanced at our selection. She looked at us with a smile. "Looks like someone's in for one hell of a night." She said as she picked up the laxative packet and scanned it. Dee smiled and glanced between both of us. "Someone who's had it coming for quite some time." We all laughed and had a conversation on the newest buildings in town. "I heard it was some new lawyer who's some big shot. Or atleast was." We nodded in unison. "That'll be $37.80. Cash or card?" I reached in my wallet for my card but Dee snatched my wallet from my hands. "This is my buy, honey." I stepped forward reaching for my wallet. "This is my revenge!" She shook her head. "This sort of stuff is in the unspoken bible of friends. It's my right to assist you in your endevours of success, failures and revenge plots. Including the paying of items to be victorious in your revenge." I stood back for a second. "Friends?" She handed over two $20 notes and 80 cents. "Did you just think I'm just someone who talks to you to fill in time and is on a righteous journey to protect you and talk about stupid stuff?" I glanced around and rolled my eyes. "Duh. I thought you were exactly that." She punched me in the shoulder. "Dude, you suck." We laughed as she recieved the receipt and change. The girl behind the counter handed Dee the bags. "Have a nice day." I turned for the door but Dee stopped me. "He's coming up behind you." I went to ask her who but she was quick out the door with a, "Meet you at the car." 
"Charlie." I turned to see a rather good looking Duke. "Hey." He raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you meant to be training?" I was about to own up but it dawned on me that we're in a damn Chemist. "I'm really not feeling too well. Just picking up some medication." By the looks of it, he didn't buy it. "I'm not going to put you in to the authorities. Or at least Conner." I rolled my eyes and glanced at the video camera screen. "Because the Almighty Conner is at the top of my scary list and all." I glimpsed a slight smile tug at his lips. "I hope you aren't guiding our A+ student into the gloomy pits of trouble." He nodded at the door Dee exited out of. I rubbed my chin with a frown in question. "Wait, you're telling me she wasn't born like this? Is there another Dee I don't know about?" He shook his head at me. On one of the security cameras, it showed Dee waiting anxiously outside. "Honestly, if you didn't use sarcasm, I'd know you are very unwell." I found myself glancing at his lips more in the past minute than my whole stay at Gilroy. I pulled my gaze from his lips and tried to focus on his eyes. Maybe I was unwell. 
I physically had to shake my head. I played it like something was in my hair. My hair came loose I quickly caught my hair band. I found myself glance at the doors and Dee was smirking, then she dissapeared out of view. Damn, I'll hear about this.
"So, what exactly are you doing here?" I turned the subject onto him, maybe shaking off my nerves. He looked a little lost for words for a moment as he glanced at the cashier girl, who was blantly staring at him. She quickly put her head down and made herself look busy. He licked his lip and looked back to me. Me too girl, me too. I couldn't blame the girl. He was a whole lot of heartbreak and trouble stuffed into that figure fitting black coat. It made his jaw line look especially chiseled with mature light stubble. I spotted a scar that seemed to lead from his left ear down and  toward his right collar bone. It reminded me of a story I'd read at home as a child. He cleared his throat and adjusted the collar on his heavy coat. I collected myself quickly. "I came down to grab some panadol. The dorm cabinet is almost out." His voice was deep with the familiar tone of honey whiskey. I found myself glancing at his lips again. I suddenly had the urgency to find out if his mouth tastes the same. What is wrong with you? 
"Mr Kinley." I quickly glanced up to where the voice originated. I found a Pharmacist striding over and quickly frown. Duke watched him and gave him a forced smile. The Pharmacist placed his hand out and Duke held it firm. "Mr Brothers, it has been a while. I'm assuming Connor is away." Duke nodded and they released their grip. "He couldn't come in today." They kept eye contact and I could tell there was a underlying conversation I had no invitation to. The man had turned to me and gave me a colgate smile as he placed his hand out. I slipped mine into his and his smile faultered for a moment. Long enough for me to notice. His grip lessened and he shakely placed them into his white coat. "Ah, well. Shall we?" He gestured to the office behind the counter. "Oh, that is, if you're done here?" I put my hands up with a smile. "All good." Duke raised a brow to me in question. "I'll see