《Tear Gas (Spec ops guy)》tired.
Advertisement
"I didn't actually think you guys would come." Tiffany scurried into the backseat after Tank honked for her to come out.
"You are so annoying." I jokingly rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. I felt my loose bra straps falling over my shoulders. I couldn't fix it without Tiffany seeing.
"Oh shit, this is the first time I've seen your face." Tiffany almost spit out a drink she had in her hand when she looked up at Noah.
"Take a good look." He winked and reached back for his helmet to put it on.
I rolled my eyes, feeling a slight tinge of jealousy. I immediately got over it, I was the one who kissed him, not her.
When Tiffany turned her head, I quickly clipped the bra back together. I heard Noah snicker, he probably saw me. I rolled my eyes and ignored it.
"So what's the plan? Are we getting off now?" I looked out the window at the huge crowd of people chanting and cheering.
"You guys didn't get off the first time?" Tiffany questioned.
I looked at Noah with wide eyes, trying to hide a smile.
"No, we waited around for Riot and Athena." Tank said after a moment of silence.
"Interesting. When can I meet em'?" Tiffany leaned back in her seat and yawned.
Noah's phone rang, the caller id said Riot.
The call was quick, a few seconds long and ended with Tank saying okay in a rushed tone.
"You two stay here, I'll be back. Athena got shot." He rushed out of the car and shut the door.
I reached for the handle, but as soon as I touched it, it locked. I groaned and slouched back into the seat.
"Why can't we go out? That was the whole point." Tiffany scoffed.
Advertisement
"I was stuck in here too. They told Tank they'd call if they needed him." I took out my phone and scrolled through instagram,mindlessly liking random posts.
"So what were you so busy with?" Tiffany leaned forward, resting her elbow on the headrest.
"We were just...talking. A very important discussion." I avoided eye contact, feeling my face burn up at the vivid memory.
"About what? You seemed mad when I called you." She pulled a lip gloss out of her back pocket and applied it, still questioning me.
"You know what, it's not important. It's not your business either." I turned back at her, narrowing my eyes confidently.
"Jeez, sorry for being curious." She scoffed.
"Well, curiosity killed the cat." I smiled sarcastically at her. She was reaching too far, it wasn't her business at all.
"Alright whatever. Here, put some on." She handed me her tube of lip gloss and sat back down.
"Oh! I see them." She quickly scoot over to make room for the girl in Riot's arms.
They opened the door and set Athena inside, resting her head on Tiffany's lap.
"Oh, I'll get out of the way if you wan-" Tiffany held up her hands, trying not to interfere with the urgency.
"No, stay. I need cushion." Athena replied, weirdly calm, like it had happened before.
"Oh, okay." Tiffany replied quietly, her face a bright red color.
Tank and Riot ripped off the armor covering her chest and exposed a fresh bullet wound. It looked much like mine, except it was on her collarbone and bleeding much more.
She groaned out loud as Tank preformed the same procedure he had on me, pouring cleaning alcohol and pressing a white cloth on it.
"I think we need to take her somewhere. It looks broken." I was watching from the passenger seat, I saw how uneven and crooked her collarbone was after the bandage was smoothly pressed on it.
Advertisement
"Alright. Let's go." Tank quickly drove the car to the hospital, Athena was doing breathing exercises with Tiffany. They seemed to hit it off fine.
They immediately gave her a room, rushing her into surgery. They didn't let us in, so we had to wait in the lobby.
"You guys look crazy." I yawned and pointed to both Riot and Tank's armor gear. They stuck out like sore thumbs in a white, neutral colored hospital.
"She's right. We can't walk around like this." Riot told Tank.
"I have clothes in my car. We'll be back." Tank and Riot walked out of the clinic, the little doorbell ringing as they did so.
"What time is it?" I rubbed my head and let out a breath of exhaustion.
"4:16." Tiffany shoved her phone in her pocket and leaned her head back into the seat, accidentally bumping heads with the lady behind her.
Noah and Riot eventually walked back inside, wearing normal clothes. Both in black shirts and loose sweatpants. They almost looked like brothers.
"Oh wow. Y'all are hot without that military gear on." Tiffany joked as they sat down in front of us.
"Thanks babe." Riot winked flirtatiously at Tiffany, making her smirk and cross her legs.
"So? Anything?" Noah ran his hand through his hair and worriedly looked up at me.
"No, they haven't said anything." I looked up at the secretary desk in hopes of seeing someone waiting but no one was there.
Noah exhaled loudly, rubbing his eyed tiredly.
"You're tired too?" I smiled at Noah, covering my mouth as I yawned.
"Yep. Barely slept." He smiled slightly back. He had slight bags under his eyes, I probably had them too.
"I'm going to the car and taking a nap, anyone coming with?" I stood up and looked over my shoulder, waiting for anyone to come with me.
"Get two hotel rooms at the place next door. We can't leave until Athena's stable." Riot tossed the car keys at Tank.
"Okay, let's go." I smiled at Tank as he stood up. We both walked out of the hospital and towards the small inn nearby.
"Two double bed rooms." He said to the man at the front desk. His voice was hoarse and raspy. Only like that when he was tired.
"Thank you." He gave me a key card and shoved the other one in his pocket.
Our rooms were two floors apart. Mine was room 102 and his was 304.
"I'll take you to your room and then go give the other cards to Riot and Tiffany." He yawned and walked down the hallway to my room. I slowly opened the room and was immediately burst with the cold A.C air.
"They said they were staying until they got news about Athena." He shoved his phone on his locket after texting who I assumed was Riot.
"Alright then. Guess we're alone again." I threw myself onto the bed, sinking into the mattress.
--
❤
See you tomorrow!!🧚♀️
Advertisement
- In Serial561 Chapters
God's Eyes
Losing his parent early on, he had to survive in a world he couldn´t even see… Blind and left alone, he was seen as a parasite by the social hierarchy of the new ages filled with martial arts and soulbondsForced to mature early his train of thought was different from his peers as he didn´t mind derogatory reviews about him.The day he awoke his soul was the day he cried in desperation while God played tricks with him as his soul-awakening was a blessing in disguise.Nobody would have ever imagined that he was neither blind nor a parasite until the final moment, he opened his golden eyes that flickered brightly, eagerly waiting to devour everyone daring to obstruct his path towards the summit.Follow Jason on his adventurous journey throughout the vast world
8 3685 - In Serial302 Chapters
What The Luck!?
Asher was always down on his luck, but that is not a surprise seeing that God made his soul with a negative luck value.
8 630 - In Serial114 Chapters
Tales of the Implock - A LitRPG Monster Evolution Story
Nyx - A demon, weak and small, too fleeting of a creature to survive the infernal wastes in which he was born - but after multiple brushes with death, the otherwise inconsequential demon experiences a destiny-changing encounter with an unknown and eccentric god, foreign to this world. Cast from the domains of old and conspiring gods to a land of which is sheltered from the divine, beyond the reach of whence they scheme, the impling who soon would come to be known far and wide as Nyx will find a new purpose. Born of Pride, with the fires of ambition fanned and burning deep within, Nyx will grow, learn, and evolve. From a weak and pathetic impling, to that of a mighty arch demon of untold demonic power, nothing would stand in the way of his ascent. Yet, the yearn of power might not be the only thing the power-manic demon will come to desire as he will encounter others who might just matter as much to him as the ecstasy of power does. [Info]This story features a wide breadth of characters with unconventional views, morals, and actions. There is no black and white - there is only grey. In a world where strength rules, notions of good and evil blur. The protagonist of this story is not a hero. He is not human. He is a megalomaniac demon trying to find his place in the world of which he has been discarded. This novel is my first crack at making something serious, a piece of work I can be proud of. It is a part of a bigger universe that I am creating, The Aethos, and I fully intend for this story to be professionally edited, then self-published on Amazon. The novel will continue on for a long adventure, as each arc will be made into a proper book. Therefore I heavily encourage feedback and interaction. Anything to improve my story and my writing is greatly appreciated. Thank you, and welcome to the Aethos. [Schedule] - Five chapters a week. [Discord] - Here
8 224 - In Serial19 Chapters
Hug Me ☑
" 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. ". . .#3rd Place in BTS COFFEE AWARDS#3rd Place in BTS HEARTBEAT AWARDS#2nd Place in ARMY AWARDS Based on the Song : Hug Me by BTS V & J-HopeCover by : @-krystallion---[MAY 01,2020]#1 in hugme in onffa2020 in envieawards2020#ONFFA2020 #ENVIEAWARDS2020 #ARMYBOOKCLUB #MAKEITRIGHTAWARDS
8 217 - In Serial6 Chapters
Trying So Bard: Taking the High Road
Robert was a self-ascribed "stoner" with no long-term life goals and multiple felonies. After a traffic collision while he was walking home Robert found himself immersed in a lifelike fantasy simulation. Disbelieving that his situation was anything more than a flashback from an acid trip or maybe some laced weed Robert decided to go with the flow and do what his old DM's would never let him do. Craft and sell potions and alchemical supplies with a more recreational objective! As he attempts to make his vision of being a fantasy land Drug Lord come to fruition he begins to question his self-understanding and the concept that maybe what everyone was telling him wasn't horse dung, that this was real, and this was his life now. Did he really want to live it the same way as his old one?-Authors note: This is my first attempt at web fiction, I appreciate honest feedback as the story develops. Thanks for reading!
8 148 - In Serial38 Chapters
On Tilt [in progress]
Going on tilt is like falling in love: both make you foolish and should be avoided at all costs. *BROOKEI hate Dean Hollis.I tell myself that every day. And some days, I almost believe it. Some days, I sell myself on at least a solid dislike of who he is and what he stands for.Like his stupid charming smile. His stupid sculpted forearms. And his stupid addictive cologne that leaves me light in the head and weak in the knees. He's a vintage blend of infuriating and intoxicating, all in one deceptively handsome bottle.Let's not forget his notoriety for emotional hit-and-runs. Dean is a bad decision just waiting to happen. I would know.Been there, done that... Literally.*DEANI remember the first time I saw Brooke Maccabe. My first thought was, holy shit. That's the hottest girl I've ever seen. I was trying to think of a good pickup line when she walked up to our door and gave Brendan a hug.My next thought was, fuck my life. Because that dime? She was my best friend's baby sister. And she was sixteen.Verboten. Off-limits. The Demilitarized Zone. She may as well have had a blinking red neon sign over her head that read, 'Look but don't touch: Violation punishable by death'.Problem is, I really wanted to touch.And the even bigger problem is, nine years later, I did.*18+ for explicit adult content
8 189

