I heard a noise, then a “Shit,” before Jekyll rushed into my room. “What’s wrong?”
“Shh,” I hissed. “Bellamy’s asleep.”
“I’m awake,” she said sleepily. “What’s going on?”
“It’s okay,” I lied. “I just need meds.”
“You’re supposed to be monitoring her,” Jekyll growled.
“My alarm is set, Yogi Bear,” Bellamy sassed back. “She’s not due for meds.”
“She was due for meds two hours ago.”
“Bullshit,” Bellamy argued.
“I turned off her alarm,” I admitted.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Jekyll snapped at the same time Bellamy cried out, “Why?”
“I thought I could deal,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut.
“Oh my god, bitch, I’m going to cut you. I knew you were up to something when you offered to charge my phone on your side of the bed,” Bellamy growled.
“All the plugs are full on that side of the bed.”
“I could have unplugged the fucking lamp, Indy,” she snapped, throwing the covers off and stalking toward the bathroom in her T-shirt and thong.
“Bell!” I snapped.
“What?”
“You’re, like, naked.”
“It’s not my fault your man decided to barge in here, it’s also not my fault my best friend decided to be an idiot and turn off my alarm. Y’all get what you get when you fuck with my system.” She stepped into my bathroom, returning with a glass of water and a pain pill. “Take it.”
“You go take the couch, Bellamy,” Jekyll said, his eyes on me, avoiding Bellamy and her curvy as sin body. “I’m gonna stay in here.”
“I’m quite capable of taking care of my best friend,” she argued. “It’s not my fault she sabotaged me.”
“Not really up for argument,” he continued, his eyes still on me. “I’m staying in here.”
“Indy?”
I sighed. “It’s fine, Bell. If you’re okay.”
“Yeah, whatever,” she said, grabbing her pillow. “You touch her, you die,” she growled, before strutting out, closing the door behind her.
“You didn’t ogle her,” I whispered.
“Why would I?”
“Um...tits and ass on ten?” I hissed.
“There’s only one set of tits and ass I care about, GoGo, and they’re not on your best friend.”
I slid my fingers through his beard. “I like that, honey.”
He smiled, but his mirth didn’t meet his eyes. “That fact doesn’t get you off the hook.”
