Page 136 of Eleanor & Grey
“Yeah?”
Greyson pointed to Karla. “Did you do this to my daughter?”
Colton looked down at Karla and then chuckled a little. “No, I think the tree did that to her when she got fucked up last year.”
Greyson tensed up, and his hand formed a fist. The moment I saw this, I hurried up to the porch and stepped between the two.
“Greyson. Breathe.”
“Yeah, old man. You might have a heart attack,” Colton remarked, looking cocky as ever. I wanted to hit him too. “Hey, look everyone. Hunch called her daddy to come save the day. He smells just as bad as she does,” he joked, looking back into his house and making his friends laugh.
“Listen, you little shit,” Greyson hissed, his hands grippedtighter than ever before. “If you ever come near my daughter again, or say some bullshit about her, I’m going to—”
“Going to what? Kick my ass? Newsflash, old-timer, I’m seventeen. If you lay a hand on me, I will call the cops. You can’t hit a minor. I’m not stupid.”
“Let’s find out,” Greyson said, pulling his fist back, but I caught it midair.
“Greyson, you don’t want to do this,” I whispered.
“Trust me, I do,” he argued, his eyes piercing into Colton as if he was seconds away from murder.
“Greyson, look at me,” I ordered.
“No.”
“Greyson, look at me,” I demanded once more.
“No.” He tightened his arm even more, and I could feel the intensity coursing through his veins.
“Grey!” I placed my hand on his cheek and forced him to look my way. We locked eyes and I lowered my voice, feeling chills race over me as I stared into his fiery eyes. “This isn’t you. This isn’t you,” I softly spoke. The force of his arm began to relax, and he began to lower it right as Colton decided to speak again.
“Yeah, and how about you get off my porch and go take a shower? You smell like your disgusting daughter,” Colton huffed.
For goodness’ sake, it was as if this little prick wanted to get his butt kicked.
Greyson’s strength resurfaced as Colton’s words hit his ears, instant anger rising once more throughout every inch of his body. He was so tense that I wasn’t certain I could hold his arm down much longer, but luckily I didn’t have to.
Lorelai came marching past me, with butterfly wings on her back, and she kicked her leg up in the air, right between Colton’s legs. “You leave my sister alone, you little bitch!” Lorelai shouted, kicking Colton straight in his privates.
Greyson’s arm dropped as both of our jaws practically hit the ground in shock.
Oh my gosh, Lorelai just kicked a seventeen-year-old’s ass.
I’d never been so proud in my life.
Colton tumbled over, howling as he placed his hands over his junk. “Oh my God!” he cried, whimpering in pain. “What the hell?!”
“Dude! Colton just got his ass kicked by a kid!” a guy hollered, and everyone started laughing their heads off.
Greyson bent over the crying boy and nudged him with a shoe. “Like I said. Leave my daughter alone. Or my other daughter will do that again. Only harder.” He turned to Lorelai and me. “Come on, girls. Let’s go.”
We headed back to the car and all climbed inside. Before putting the car in drive, Greyson pulled out his cell phone.
“What are you doing?” Karla asked him, warily.
“I’m calling the police station to report a noise complaint,” he said matter-of-factly. When the call was picked up, Greyson cleared his throat. “Hello? Hi. I’m calling to report a noise complaint at 1143 West Shore Street. There seems to be a party taking place, and I’m pretty sure there is underage drinking going on. Thank you.”
He hung up the phone, and when I glanced back at the girls, I noticed there was a small smile on Karla’s face.
