i'm the only one who hasn't walked out, i'm right here
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The following Friday, I find myself sitting with one of Wesley's old friends at the bar. I haven't seen him in a while and it's nice to catch up.
I haven't heard from Grayson since he asked me to go home with him, but he doesn't have my number so it's not like he can just text me.
I leave Trent by the bar and go to the dance floor, wanting to let loose after working all week. I dance for a solid few songs before I get bored and head back towards the bar.
As I shove through the crowd, I bump into someone, hard enough for me to trip. Hands wrap around my waist to hold me up and my eyes immediately shoot up to look at whoever caught me. When my eyes meet hazel eyes, I'm shot back to the night I met him.
"Fuck off" I mutter. His eyes widen at my attitude.
"Lovely to see you too, Evangeline" he chuckles. I push his hands off of me and turn to leave without another word. I don't have to look at him to know he's following me.
"Can I talk to you?" He asks hopefully. I shake my head and look around to find Trent.
"No thanks" I answer. When I spot Trent at the same spot I left him, I walk towards him.
"Please" Grayson adds. I ignore him this time.
He follows me across the room and watches me as I sit down next to Trent.
"Whos this?" He asks immediately. Trent looks from me to Grayson.
"You know Grayson Dolan?" He questions. I simply shake my head. I'm not even lying, I don't know the first thing about him.
"I'm Trent, huge fan" he introduces, holding his hand out to Grayson. Grayson gives him a hard look but shakes his hand anyway.
"Who is this?" He repeats to me. I roll my eyes.
"Wesley's old friend" I answer vaguely. Graysons face drops to anger.
"You're friends with that piece of shit?" He spits. Trent looks terrified by his tone.
"Hey, stop it, I said old friend for a reason, he helped me get Wesley to leave me alone," I say quickly. Grayson looks back at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"I need to talk to you," he says blandly. I roll my eyes and pick up my drink.
"Again, no thanks," I tell him again. He clenches his jaw and I know he's trying not to snap at me.
"Evangeline" he warns. I take a deep breath.
"Can you go away now?" I blurt. He stares at me for a moment before smoothly turning and walking away.
