Page 247 of Lilah

"I'm not sure what you want me to do."

"Let me punch you," I stand up and he slightly narrows his eyes.

"Punch me where?" he questions.

"I'm not going to punch you in your goody! Who do you think I am? Put your arm out and let me have at it," I grip onto his arm and stretch it out.

I punch him. He chuckles and pulls me into him.

Are you freakingkiddingme?

He could've at least acted like it hurt him or something I mean, good Lord.

Now for the bad news. I know I should tell him this but, I don't know what his reaction will be.

Aaron tried to kiss me.

Was it only because he was drunk? I don't know. But I feel like it's something that he should probably know.

And I would like to know what Aaron was talking about when he said he and Grey had talked.

"Let's have a seat," I point to his chair and he sits. I take a seat on his desk so that he won't flip it if he gets mad enough.

"First off, I saw someone doing hard drugs and I'm a little shaken up," I lay the first thing on him.

"What is it that you really want to tell me?" he tilts his head, "I can tell that's not it."

"You're right. There's an elephant in the room. An elephant besides me. So there are two elephants in the room."

"Shut up."

"You know what? I can't tell you if you don't have a smile on your face, I really can't," I smile at his emotionless face.

I wait for him to smile. I wait a little longer.

I climb off his desk and onto his lap. He wraps his arms around me and I look directly at him.

"Smile."

"Grey, smile."

"You better smile."

"You're a crackhead."

"Smile before Imakeyou."

"I love you so that means smile."

I grip his jaw and kiss him all over his face. His cheeks, his chin, his temple, his forehead, his jaw, his cheekbones, his nose, and his lips until he's smiling and holding onto me tighter than before.

"Okay yeah so here's the deal. At the party last night I saw Aaron and we talked for a second and then, you're just going to love this part, he like, well he tried kissing me," I just say it flat out and lean back to see his reaction.

His face becomes void of any recognizable emotion and he leans fully back in his chair. He runs his hand down his jaw.

"...What're you thinking?" I question him softly.

"Where's he at right now?" he asks calmly. Does this mean he's not that mad?