After that incident in the car we separate our ways to our apartment's bedrooms.
I just changed my clothes and went down to the living room to do my assignment. But heck I can't focus while listening to Katy Perry. I dance to the song just to hear Ariel's laughter, and I turned to see Him standing behind me with an amused smile on his face.
I let out a scream, falling back off the coffee table in shock..
My tailbone was definitely going to have bruise later.
"Very nicely done," Ariel said clapping his hand for me as I stood up.
That jerk didn't even come to check if I am okay.
I look at him. "How long have you been watching me there?" I asked.
"Long enough to made me realize how flat you are. But hey you had a nice ass, you look good at dancing." He said smirking. That pissed me off so I grabbed one of the couch's pillow to throw at him.
"Asshole!"
"Really though, those curves you have is good." I throw another pillow at his face.
He then laughed, batting the pillow down. "Where's Grey?"
"Work." I answered flatly.
"Of course he is. So, You'll be the one to make dinner then?"
I raised my right brows at him. "Excuse me?"
"You're making dinner?" he repeated.
"Why would you assume that I'll cook?"
He grinned at me. "Why Grace. didn't you check the schedule stick on the fridge?"
"What schedule?"
"You have a lot to learned young piggy." He tossed the pillow back at me before walking back to his bedroom, chuckling to himself.
I walked over to the fridge, scanning the random shit that was plastered on it. Grey's work schedule has the biggest space, but underneath it was the kitchen rotation.
Tonight was my night to cook and clean dishes.
Ariel reappeared in the kitchen. "I see you located the schedule." He opened the fridge, pulling out the orange juice.
"I guess," I muttered, still can't believe that I am in charge of cooking tonight.
Grey used to cook for me back then when only the two of us shared the apartment.
"What?" Ariel asked, screwing the orange juice cap back on and sliding it back to the fridge. "That the princess does not know how to cook?"
I placed both hands on my hips, raising an eyebrow. "What did you just call me?"
"A princess," he informed me, wiping his sleeve across his face. "I mean, let's not play dumb here. We both know that you're a stuck-up rich girl."
"Excuse me?"
"Daddy's little rich girl," Ariel continued, rolling his eyes. "You spend summer in Korea to see your so called idols, and oh let's not forget the scene you've made last Saturday during your lunch with your parents. Why? You didn't like the convertible that they offered?"
This son of a bitch!
"You don't know anything about me Ariel Bernardo," I warned, folding my arms across my chest. "So as far as I'm concerned, you can make you own darn dinner." I took a deep breath, letting it slowly to control my anger. "And next time you want to talk shit about someone, know your facts first. Because for you information, I didn't travel for Korea for summer vacation. And I'm certainly sure that I am not a daddy's girl." And then I turned on my heel and storm back to my bedroom.
I should've slapped him across his so called pretty boy face.
Oh well next time.
~~~***~~~
Thirty minutes before we had to leave for school and I am the only one ready.
That was unusual.
I put a bagel down, reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water.
I seriously needed to buy my own carton of orange juice and milk.
Ariel was next to join me in the kitchen, pulling the orange juice out of the refrigerator and slugging some down.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked, once he was finished.
"Just observing how cavemen live." I answered, rescuing my bagel from the toaster.
He rolled his eye, putting a bagel down for himself. "Has Grey come in yet?"
"Come in from where?"
Ariel sighed. "From his morning jog Grace, is he not come yet?"
"He should've."
"It's like talking to a brick wall," he muttered, rubbing his temples. "Yes Grace, I know that he should've. What I'm asking you if he has."
"I don't know Ariel. I'm not Grey's guard."
He jogged back towards Grey's room, calling out for him.
I slathered my bagel with peanut butter, taking a seat at the counter and glancing up at the clock.
There's no way Grey could still be on his morning jog.
"He's not in the apartment," Ariel said, coming back into the kitchen.
My heart began to pound a little harder. I feel nervous.
I heard the lock on the door.
The door opened and Grey came stumbling in, and trying to catch his breath.
I dropped my bagel on the floor, jumping to my feet going to him.
But Ariel who has longer legs get three steps ahead of me, giving Grey's inhaler towards him.
Grey caught it and stood up as straight as he could under the circumstances, taking a puff from his inhaler. He waited 60 seconds, and then took another one.
"Why didn't you have your inhaler with you?" Ariel demanded looking at Grey in worry.
Grey, clearly in distress, waved him off.
"You're a fucking idiot, that's why," Ariel informed him.
I bent down and picked up my bagel off the floor, tossing it in the trash before grabbing a yogurt out of the refrigerator.
Over the next few minutes Grey's breathing came back to normal, and then he slipped over to the couch, lying down and letting out a groan.
I went over and sat down on the ground next to him, rubbing his back.
"You should've had your inhaler always, my prince," I told him.
He didn't answer.
"When's the last time you saw Dr. Beckett?"
Still didn't answer.
"He saw Dr. Beckett right before the school had started," Ariel informed me from the kitchen.
"What did he say?"
"He sent him to RAKKSVILLE for testing."
"Wow," I said, looking back at Grey. "So I guess our weekly calls weren't so informative after all."
He still didn't answer.
"What did the tests say?"
Grey turned his face to look at me. "They confirmed that I have asthma."
I rolled my eyes. "Now's not the time for your sarcasm."
"They didn't say anything we don't know; that's why..." He paused for a moment to breathe. "That's why I didn't mention it to you."
"I am absolutely furious with you."
He sighed.
I stood up, brushing off my jeans.
Grace," Grey called out.
I ignored him, grabbing my backpack and heading out the door for school.
I guess I'm driving myself today.