Fantasy |g.d.|

chapter twenty four

March

-Anna pov-

Mae stays silent, just staring at me in shock.

I gulp. "So?"

She shrugs. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Well I don't want you to say anything, I just...thought you would want to know." My voice grows quieter and quieter as I reach the end of the sentence.

She sighs. "Everything is a damn soap opera with you, Anna."

"What do you mean?"

Mae stands, her voice rising. "It's all about you Anna! You and your stupid men! And how terrible it is for you when they follow you around, and talk to you, and ask you out! But it's never enough for you, isn't it?! You always want more and more! And when you don't get your way you come and complain to me about it! I'm sick of it Anna!" She huffs, catching her breath as she turns away from me.

A tear rolls down my face. "I didn't know that you felt this way."

She violently spins around. "Yeah, because you never let me talk."

"You don't open up!"

"You don't let me open up!" She spits back.

"I ask you how you're doing and you say fine!"

"Then clearly I'm not fine!"

"I shouldn't have to decode your words!" I argue.

"When a girl says fine she's not fine Annalise."

"Mae! Best friends should be open and honest with each other! I just thought that you never had anything to talk about!"

She crosses her arms. "Oh, so you thought that I never have problems? That my life is perfect and yours isn't?"

"I didn't say that."

"That's what you implied!"

"No, it's not! I-." I pause taking a deep breath. I close my eyes. "I'm sorry, for making you feel like you couldn't open up to me. And for only talking about myself. It was selfish, a-and I'm going to do better from now on." I open my eyes, meeting hers. "Can we just not fight anymore, I hate it." Another tear slips down my face.

Her features soften, but her eyes show how hesitant she is. "Thank you. And yes...because I hate fighting with you too."

I stand, wrapping my arms around her. She embraces me back, digging her head into the crook of my neck. We stay intertwined for a few more minutes, whispering "sorry" to each other.

I slowly pull away, meeting her watery gaze. "Tell me everything."

She takes a deep breath. "It's a lot."

I gesture at my bed. "Well, we better get comfy then."

-Grayson pov-

"What's that shit in your hair?"

Ethan turns to me, shock written all over his face. "Fuck, you scared me. I didn't know you were home..."

I walk around the island, grabbing my glass of water as I wait for him to explain his shiny hair with weird formed waves through it.

"It's just a bunch of gel...it's part of my costume."

I chuckle. "Let me guess, you also have to wear short-shorts and a bikini top?"

He scrunches his eyebrows. "Why would-? Nevermind, I don't want to know why your mind went there. But no, my costume is just jeans and t-shirts with a dope leather jacket."