When Indianna woke she felt unusually heavy. She looked down and saw Greyson's arms wrapped around her and she sighed, trying to wriggle out of his iron grip.
A loud chuckle filled the room and Greyson tightened his hold on Indianna. "Morning, sugar," he said.
"Get off me."
"Arent you a ray of sunshine," Greyson said sarcastically.
"Please my darling idiotic mate, get the hell off me or I will piss all over you."
"Charming," Greyson snorted but he reluctantly let go of Indianna and she walked over to the en suite that connected on to the bedroom. "Are you going to school today?" Greyson called.
"Yeah."
"Are you sure you're going to be okay?"
"I'm fine. If I hide because of Rogue it means he's won," Indianna shrugged and closed the bathroom door behind her. She did her business and then had a quick shower, washing yesterday and her nightmare away. She wrapped herself in a towel and made her way back into her bedroom to find Greyson sitting on her bed in new clothes and damp hair.
"Girls take ages to shower," he said and his eyes travelled up and down Indianna's body.
*Perv,* she snapped and Greyson smirked.
"I didn't get round to sending someone to collect some clothes for you yesterday so I borrowed some stuff from Brooklyn" Greyson said and handed Indianna a pile of clothes.
"That's not Brooke's," Indianna said, looking at the black jumper.
"I know. It's mine."
"I'm not wearing your clothes."
"You're welcome to go topless," Greyson smirked and Indianna narrowed her eyes, spinning round and walking back into the bathroom. She dropped her towel to the floor and quickly got changed. She was wearing a pair of Brooke's denim shorts that were a little too short for Indianna's liking, and Greyson's jumper that was so big on her it nearly covered the shorts completely.
She had to admit, it was a comfy jumper.
Indianna looked at her reflection in the mirror and ran her fingers through her damp hair. Her mark was clearly on show and she narrowed her eyes, attempting to hide it with the jumper.
"Sugar, hurry up, I'm bored!" Greyson yelled and Indianna rolled her eyes but made her way back into the bedroom and grabbed her school bag off the floor. She stuffed her feet into her converses she was wearing yesterday and looked at Greyson who was smirking at her. "You look hot in my jumper."
"Shut up," Indianna muttered. "I'm going to get my clothes tonight."
Greyson ignored her and stood up from the bed. "Ready for breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry. Greyson, I want to see the girl-"
"She's unconscious," Greyson said and wrapped his arm round Indianna's waist. "Doc reckons she'll be out for a while, you can see her tonight."
Indianna pursed her lips but nodded and walked with Greyson out of the room. The hallways were full of life with pack members rushing everywhere. Indianna edged closer to Greyson and smiled cautiously back at the pack members who smiled at her. When they made it to the ground floor they had passed many people and Indianna was surprised to find out how many pack members went to her high school. Greyson had said that they were a very young pack, but still extremely powerful.
Greyson led Indianna outside and to his car. She climbed in the passenger seat and Greyson started the car, speeding away from the pack house and towards school.
"Indianna!" Indianna was stopped in the hallway by Stacy who had a huge smile on her face. "I've not seen you in a while, how are you, Indie?" She asked.
"Good, thanks. You?"
"Great, I'm so excited for the carnival!" She squealed and Indianna frowned.
"Carnival?"
"Yeah, the school throws one every year. It's this weekend!"
"Oh."
"You didn't know?" Stacy gasped.
"Obviously not."
"Oh my gosh, have you been living under a rock?" She said dramatically and handed Indianna a colourful flyer. "All the information is on that."
"Thanks," Indianna nodded, her mind trying to think of the nearest bin to throw the flyer in.
"Us cheerleaders are running the kissing booth," Stacy laughed. "You should totally come."
"To the kissing booth?"
"No, silly," Stacy shook her head. "To the carnival. It'll be fun!"
"I'll think about it."
"I'm pretty sure you can persuade Greyson to go. You seem pretty close, you're wearing his clothes," Stacy commented, looking at Indianna's jumper.
"Oh... Yeah. I had no clothes at his house-"
"You stayed round his!" Stacy exclaimed and grinned, winking at Indianna. "Did you do the dirty?"
"No!" Indianna blushed. "It was an uneventful night."
If only Stacy knew...
Stacy laughed and patted Indianna on the shoulder. "I've got to go, it was nice talking to you again. I still don't trust Greyson, so just be careful, okay? You two may look cute and seem close, but I feel like he's just going to mess you around."
Indianna nodded and Stacy air kissed Indianna before turning round and walking off. Indianna rolled her eyes and crumpled the flyer up in her hand and headed for the staircase, making her way to the library. When she walked in she saw Brooke sitting at a desk by herself.
Crying.
"Brooke," Indianna said, sliding into the seat next to her. "What's wrong?"
Brooke's head snapped up to Indianna and she sniffed, rubbing her puffy eyes. "N-nothing, Hun."
"Tell me," Indianna said softly. "You're always helping me and giving me advice, let me help you."
"I-I," Brooke gulped and her shaky hand grabbed Indianna's. "I haven't even told Harry, I've been avoiding him since last night."
"Last night? What happened last night, Brooke?"
Brooke looked up at Indianna with tear filled eyes and she burst out crying again. "I.."
Indianna's heart broke. Brooke was always the happy one. It was heartbreaking to see her upset. Indianna hugged Brooke and let her cry into her chest. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want too-"
"No," Brooke sobbed and pulled away. "I n-need to tell someone."
"Take your time."
"L-last night after I finished my shift at work I started to walk home. It was late and dark so," she gulped and squeezed her eyes shut, "I didn't see the person before it was too late. He shoved me up against a wall and that's when I saw h-his face. It was the guy who r-raped me."
Indianna gasped in shock and Brooke whimpered. "Oh, Brooke," Indianna whispered.
"That's not it," Brooke whimpered. "Indie, he did it again. He r-raped me a-again." Indianna stared at Brooke in pure horror as she broke down crying again. She didn't know what to say so she just hugged Brooke and told her it was going to be alright.
But was it?
There was a rapist in town.
"Please don't tell, Harry," Brooke whispered. "He'll go mental. He'll blame himself for leaving me and I can't have that."
"Brooke, maybe they should know-"
"P-please, Indie, he can't know," Brooke begged and Indianna slowly nodded.
"Okay, I won't tell him."
*But I will.*