For a week Indianna had been on bed rest. For a week Indianna had been trying to distract her thoughts from Rogue. For a week she had been succeeding.
"Go away, Greyson," Indianna groaned, bending over the toilet. "I don't want you seeing me puke."
"It's not the first time, sugar," Greyson said, holding Indianna's hair back. "It most probably won't be the last."
Indianna retched and threw up in the toilet for the second time that morning. It was an improvement from earlier in the week; she would have been sick triple the amount she had been already a few days ago.
Once she had finished puking and after washing her mouth out, she stumbled back into her room and collapsed on her bed. She wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand and closed her eyes. "When is this going to end?" She asked quietly.
"Soon. Hopefully," Greyson said and Indianna scoffed.
"Helpful."
"Well, if you would let Doc examine you properly we might be able to find out-"
"No," Indianna said. "Not happening."
"It could help."
"I said no, Greyson," Indianna said tiredly and he sighed. "Please don't ask me again."
"Fine."
"Oh my God," Indianna said quietly.
"What?"
"You just listened and did what I said," she said, attempting to fake shock in her tired state. "That never happens."
"Shut up, sugar," Greyson said, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "I do do as you say. Sometimes."
"Hardly."
"I do."
"Lies."
"Be quiet."
"See, I'm right."
"You know, I wasn't aware that being annoying was part of the process."
"Ass."
Greyson smirked.
Indianna closed her eyes and attempted to sleep, but the silence was interrupted by Greyson's loud and annoying ringtone. He sighed and held his phone to his ear. "What?" He paused for a moment, his expression darkening slightly, before ending the call and put his phone back in his pocket.
"Who was that?"
"No one," he shrugged. "It was just pack business."
"What's wrong?" Indianna wondered. "And for once in your life please don't lie to me."
Greyson rolled his eyes. "It's nothing serious. There was rogues on the border, Ace and Kal took care of them."
"Took care?"
"Killed." Indianna paled and Greyson shrugged his shoulders. "It's how life works, sugar. Kill or be killed."
"I don't like killing."
"That doesn't surprise me," he muttered.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're shy, cute and innocent. Killing doesn't exactly fit it with with your personality."
"I am not shy."
"Around me," Greyson smirked. "Although I have to admit, you're warming up to Brooklyn."
"I'm not innocent either."
"Yes, you are," Greyson laughed. "It's not a bad thing, sugar. I like that you're innocent and cute."
"I hate being called cute."
Greyson smirked. "Great."
Someone's feeling better.
-R
Indianna gulped as she read the text. She immediately rushed to the window in her room and looked around. There was no one outside. Not that she could see.
She closed her curtains and walked over to her wardrobe. She changed into a pair of high waisted shorts and a white crop top and pulled her dark hair up into a pony tail. She put a small amount of mascara on in attempt to make herself look more awake and stuffed her feet into a pair of battered converses.
*I'm outside, sugar.*
*I told you not to pick me up.*
*I know.*
Indianna rolled her eyes and grabbed her school bag, walking out of her room and down the stairs.
"Indianna, is that you?" Iris called.
"Yes."
"Where are you going?"
"School. I'm feeling better." Indianna was out of the house before Iris could say anything else. She spotted Greyson's car parked on her drive and walked over to it. Greyson wound his window down and smirked, his eyes trailing up and down Indianna's body.
"Hop in, sugar."
Indianna got in the back of the car as Kal was seated in the front and Ace smiled from the seat next to her. "Feeling better?" He wondered.
Indianna nodded and put her seatbelt on. She noticed how she was the only person wearing one.
"Hopefully, this stage is over," Greyson said as he drove away from Indianna's house. "You haven't had a fit in at least 4 days. That's better than at least 5 everyday."
"Hopefully," Indianna murmured and the guys started to talk about something she didn't really pay attention to.
She didn't say much, she added the odd few words to the conversation, but that was it.
Indianna was out of the car as soon as Greyson had parked in the school car park. She was walking away when Greyson grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "Not so fast," he said into her ear and smirked, wrapping his arm round her waist. "You may not have had a fit in a while, but I'm not risking letting you out of my sight."
"I need to see my teachers to see what work I have missed," Indianna said as they made their way towards the school.
"You can do it later," Greyson shrugged.
"Now," Indianna said attempting to walk in an opposite direction to Greyson, but he easily turned her away and towards their lockers. "Im going to fail school because of you."
"No you're not."
"Greyson, I really need to-"
"Shut up."
"Don't tell me to shut-"
"Do you want me to make you?" Greyson wondered, arching an eyebrow at Indianna who arched one back.
"You can't make me."
"Oh really?"
In a blink of an eye Indianna was pushed up against the lockers lining the corridor and she gasped slightly, looking up at Greyson. "What are you going to do? Spank me?" She said sarcastically.
"Don't give me ideas, sugar," Greyson whispered, sliding his hands down to Indianna's ass. "I didn't know you liked it kinky."
"Greyson!" Indianna gasped, wrapping her fingers round his wrists and attempting to move his arms.
"You're sitting with the girls today, yeah?" Brooke wondered as her and Indianna made their way to the canteen.
Indianna pursed her lips and glanced back at Greyson who was talking to Harry and Kal. She looked at Brooke and nodded. "Yes."
Brooke grinned and linked her arm through Indianna's. "Great!" She said happily and practically skipped through the canteen doors. Sasha and Alice were already seated at a table in the canteen, eating an odd looking soup that had green bits in that Indianna did not want to try.
"Before you ask, Alice has decided to start eating healthily," Sasha explained, pointing to the soup. "She made me buy the horrible soup."