But Cupid Says 'No' (GxG)

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Ages:

Kaylee, Trish, Savanna, Aman — 17 yrs

Grace — 19 yrs

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Two of them don't exist.

The words keep going on and on in my head like some mantra.

They don't exist.

"You look like you saw a ghost."

I look at Gray as she fastens her seatbelt and tells me yo do mine. I nod and do it.

"Gray?"

"Mmm?"

Gray revs up the engine.

"Who don't exist?"

She kills the engine.

"You read those texts," she says through gritted teeth. "What did I tell you about snooping?"

"I wasn't fucking snooping. Your messaging app was open when I took your phone to call Laura," I seethe.

"And you could've ignored it, but no."

"Wow dude. It won't kill you to tell that it was actually your fault."

I see her hands tightening around the steering wheel, knuckles growing pale. She takes a long breathe, exhales. Another long breathe. Exhale.

"You know what my fault was?" She whispers. "Not killing you the first chance I got."

I gulp.

It's never good to piss off a Shaurya.

Never.

"When was the first chance, Gray?"

Silence falls between us. The beating of my heart keeps echoing in my ears, and I suppress my urge to ask Gray if she can hear it.

"I don't have time for this bullshit," she mutters under her breathe.

"Why don't you answer me?" I unbuckle my seat belt and turn my body towards her. "When was the first chance?" I push myself up and move towards her. Keeping my hands on both sides of her seat, I lean in a little.

"Was it when you took a bullet for me?"

I lean in closer, making sure she feels my breathe on her skin.

"Or was it when I was drunk and you took me home?"

I see her gulp, her slight blue eyes starting to grow a little wide.

"Or maybe it was when you let me cry on your Armani suit when I thought I lost my best friend? That was your favorite suit, wasn't it?"

I move my leg between hers, trying my best not to lose it there.

Trying not to kiss Gracine Shaurya and regret it ones again.

But in a blink, I hear her seatbelt go off and she pushes me into my seat, her face millimeters away from mine.

"What do you think you're doing, Salerno?" Her Italian accent is thick now, making me want to melt.

"Me?" I try my best innocent act. "What am I doing, Gray?"

She looks into my eyes for a second, and then her eyes move down to my nose, and then my lips.

Kiss me already! I want to scream. I like to regret things anyway.