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Clip #25: Too Good at Goodbyes

I don't know what to write here...

Enjoy the clip I guess XD

Prepare thyself for the angst to come ;)

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Leyla POV

As soon as I heard the bell, I was rushing out of the classroom towards the park.

I hadn't absorbed a drop of information ever since Grey didn't show up at lunch and suddenly texted me, asking to meet me at the park. I didn't care if I sprinted until my face was red and blotchy, if I sweated until there were wet spots under my arms. Grey said something was wrong, and I needed to be with him.

A million possibilities ran through my mind- his mother had died, or his nephew- it could be anything.

Anything.

My breaths came shallowly as I spotted Grey and pulled up next to him, panting and sweating until I got ahold of myself.

He didn't even look at me.

"Grey?" I asked, putting my hand on his arm.

He flinched away from me, and I recoiled in shock.

"Grey?" I asked again, my voice smaller and weaker.

He said nothing, just stared at the ground. No, he didn't stare at it. He glared at it.

"Greyson Black, say something please."

"How could you?" he asked, finally looking up at me. I noticed a glimmer of tears in his eyes. "I trusted you, Leyla."

I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

Grey flinched a little. "He said you'd lie more."

"Lie... who said this?"

"Ben. He told me what you did."

My entire body froze. I remembered the promise Ben had uttered to me months ago. "I'd have gathered enough blackmail against you to make it so that South never looked at you again. So that your secret special friend Greysen Black would never date you. So that you would never be happy."

"No, no, Grey, no," was all I was able to utter. But I remembered what Ben said, that Grey would never take my side against his best friend. Not even South could do that after Ben so bluntly told me I killed my sister. I hadn't been so worried about the threat Ben would become back then. But now he was slowly turning everyone against me. And I didn't even know why.

"No what?" said Grey. His face showed a hint of hope, of some desperateness, almost begging me to tell him how I was innocent. But I didn't know how, I didn't even know what I was being accused of.

I felt completely lost and helpless, alone in a pitch-black room where one misstep could send me hurtling down a dark, deep hole.

"What did he tell you, Grey?" I asked softly.

"You cheated on me. He had proof."

I laughed, a little. "Who would I possibly cheat on you with?"

"South Evanson."

I sucked in air at the thought. "Not him. Not ever."

"Then why did he say he was so lucky you chose him over everyone else?"

"What? When?"

"Ben had a recording of him saying it."

"When was it dated? Did Ben tell you that? What was the context of the situation? You can't just base your whole accusation off of a voice recording."