True Disaster ✔️

Fifteen

"we never had to force love. we were drowning in it the moment we met."
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I walk inside the gym with Claire by my side. It's the day after the party and I had the worst hangover this morning.

I am really tired and didn't stomach anything down this morning other than a cup of coffee which probably wasn't a good idea, since whenever I drink coffee without eating anything my stomach feels extra empty if that makes sense.

Claire and I had fun at the party though. Claire especially. She and Kevin spent almost the whole night together, talking and dancing. I was busy trying not to go crazy over what Grayson said to me in the bedroom.

And the way his lips felt on the bottom of my ear. Such a small gesture but it had such a huge impact on my body.

After what he said he backed away from me and turned around, opened the door then left the room with me trying to figure out what the hell just happened between us. He didn't say anything after what happened, he just left without looking at me.

I stayed in the room until a couple stumbled in, half-naked, about to take the rest of their clothes. I smiled at them and left the room before going to the restroom to go pee. After that, I just remember drinking until my stomach hurt. Claire slept over and she woke me up this morning. She then told me everything that happened last night.

She told me everything I did last night when I blacked out. She said I was about to take off my shirt for some boy I was dancing with and then she decided that it was time for me to go home and puke until my liver was empty.

Last night was super foggy after the moment with Grayson. He really knows how to push my buttons but at the same time I asked him what he felt and obviously, he had to use a dirty mouth with everything he was telling me he thought about when thinking of me.

His confession made my heart rate speed, and it made my cheeks blush and the butterflies in my stomach go as crazy as they ever had before.

My body has been so full of butterflies lately and I am pretty sure this can be prescribed as some sort of butterfly stomach disorder where I am feeling butterflies in my stomach non-fucking-stop.

"So, what have you and Kevin been working on?" I asked Claire as we walk towards the treadmills.

Before we go into our groups Ms. Primel said she wants us to do thirty minutes of cardio, so Claire and I do thirty minutes of incline and then a one or two-minute jog at the end.

"He is teaching me how boxers jump on their feet mostly. He said that he also signed up to perform in the performance with us."

"That's nice of him to volunteer. I know a lot of the guys aren't doing that." I mentioned.

Claire and I talk a little bit more while doing the incline and then we go our separate ways to our partners.

I look around the gym for Grayson and when I see him, I walk to where he is.

He is currently shirtless making me see some of his tattoos on his arms and then one on his back.

Grayson doesn't have a lot of tattoos. On his back, he has music notes in a straight line across the top of his back. He also has a subtle portrait of Melody on his bicep that I have seen a peak of a few times. And on his other arm, he has Melody's name in cursive.

Most of his tattoos are dedicated to Melody which I love.

While he is punching the bag, I walk in front of him so that he could see me. His eyes go to me before looking at the bag again, all while still punching it.

I do feel a little bit bad for pressuring him to tell me his truth but at the same time, I'm not because now I know what he is thinking.

I know that I am not the only one who is thinking non-friend-like things about him.

"If your done punching the bag, can we talk?" I asked but obviously, Grayson being the asshole he is doesn't answer me. "Fine You can punch the bag. I'll talk." I stated. "I didn't mean to press your buttons the other night. I was drunk and I know that doesn't excuse anything but you were pissing me off and throwing so many confusing signals so I wanted to get back at you and I did but I didn't think you would get so jealous or mad-"

While explaining Grayson cut me off and he stopped punching the bag and turned his body to look at me. "I wasn't mad or jealous. I was just trying to show you who you really belong to. I may not and never will be your boyfriend Willow, but I sure do have a shit ton of power over you."

I feel my cheeks heat up and I don't know if it's because I'm frustrated at him or flustered.

How could he assume something like that? It pisses me off that he said that because it's not true and he is acting like a massive jerk for letting his ego shine.

"That's not true. You have no power over me what's so ever." I said while furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"Really sweetheart? Get real Willow. You feel weak every time I am in the same room as you." Grayson raised his eyebrow at me.

"Get real?" I almost laugh. "I was legit just trying to apologize and here you are acting a dick with a massive ego. Get rid of it. It doesn't look good on you."

Grayson walked closer to me. "You know what would look good on me?" I look up at him as I feel heat pool in my stomach. "Your lips wrapped around my dick after having such a big fucking mouth with me," Grayson said softly but what he was saying was anything but gentle and sweet.

I push him away from me. "Your seriously sick." I assert.

"And you just proved the power I have over you," Grayson stated before backing away from me. "Getting all flustered like that and leaning on me while I was telling you all of that."

I know Grayson has a little bit of power over me but that doesn't mean I am ever going to admit that to him. I would rather have a dog scratch my eyes out then to ever admit that to Grayson.

Instead of replying to him or playing along in his little game, I walk over to one of the other bags in the way back, far away from Grayson, and then start punching it.

I imagine Grayson's face on the bag as I am punching it harder and harder.

Trying to erase every little thing about him in my mind.