Ch 26
"Damn girl! You look rough," I hear Ohno teasing someone.
"Ugh don't remind me. The UAE tour killed me…nearly." Honor weakly smiles at Kassius, the feeling doesn't reach her eyes. "Let me get checked in. I'll come hang with you later Chris."
"Okay, give me a call before you do," Ohno hugs her before strides over to me, warily he glances back at Honor. I know man, she's a little down and out. So far I've kept my concerns to myself, we agreed to be done so I'll let it be.
"Yo man," Kassius slaps my hand.
"What's up?" I lock my phone and glance back at Honor finishing up her transaction. We're acquaintances we hardly have much to say to one another conversation wise.
"I know we don't exactly run in the same circle but I want to ask you something." His face is precise and stern, Ohno runs his hand over his blond hair messily pulled into a hair tie.
"Okay?" This should be great.
"Corey's a good buddy but…" He glances at Honor once more, "He's going through some real personal stuff and he's dragged that poor girl into it. I don't want to see her like this any more than you do. I'm forced to see a little more than anyone else." Kassius purses his lips then says, "Getting to the point, look out for her. Please?"
I stay silent.
"I know you guys' split wasn't on the best terms but trust me when I say she doesn't know what she's gotten into." He pats my shoulder taking my silence only as he can, "Do it. She needs more people watching her back. Plus, I see it in the way you're weren't inconspicuously watching her just now," he heeds then paces away to the elevators.
Regardless of Ohno's heads up, I've been keeping tabs on her all week. Across the dirt sheets she's been causing a buzz and not a good one either. I'm actually surprised she isn't shadowing Corey. Quickly, Honor snaps her wallet shut then starts to gather her suitcase and backpack.
"You look like you could use some help. What room are you in?" Honor's beady eyes stretch then relax as she recognizes me.
"No. Randy, I can handle everything." Softly, she smiles.
"I insist. Where's Corey anyhow?" Smugly, I grab the handle of her suit case and start towards the elevator, leaving her to chase after me. I'm faster than her, I've always been. The perfect way to trap her is by forcing a favor upon her; she feels she has to return the gesture each time.
"Promo stuff. Randy," She clips her sentence off as the elevator doors open and I step in holding them aside for her.
Silently, we walk to her room with her leading the way. The room happens to be down the hall from mine. From the corner of my eyes I can tell she is too distracted. Once again she's taken on that anxious behavior, she fumbles with the lock then takes a deep breath to calm herself then actually opens it.
"Honor, what are you so afraid of? It's just me..."
She glances away as she crosses her arms across her chest. The dark blue sweatshirt she's wearing collapses around her thin frame. "I know."
"Honor you look like shit. I'm sorry to tell you this sweetheart but it needs to be said." 'Great strategy dip shit,' I mentally scold myself. I shut the door then take a step towards her and she takes a step back.
"Randy, I'm fine. Just go on about your business. We both know you don't want to be here right now." Honor murmurs going to her suitcase and grabbing a change of clothes. She'll do anything to keep from looking me in the eye. Around me she can't hide her emotions, she can't hide from me.
"We both know I'm not going anywhere until I find out what's wrong with you," I stare her down. Never has Honor been unpleasant for me to look at. I'm putting all my effort into keeping my gaze trained on her and my stomach starts to churn. She keeps pulling the sleeves of the hoodie over her knuckles as if to hide something.
"Fine. Stay. I'm going to shower." Honor mumbles, stalking off towards the bathroom.
Looks like I'm paying for someone else's room tonight because I'm not letting Honor out of my sight.
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