Greyson
The ride to my place is quiet. I try to focus on driving instead of the girl beside me. I was obviously extremely upset about what happened at the party, but she seemed adamant on talking to me again, with sincerity this time.
I don't live too far from the school so the awkward silence that filled the car didn't last too long before I pulled into the driveway.
Dad's not home. Typical. Ever since mom left he started doing drugs and I saw him less and less. He's barely around these days. For the last four years I've been trying to get him to go to rehab but he either relapses or lies about going.
I push these thoughts away as I do to the door and walk into the house remembering I have other things to deal with right now.
She takes a seat on the sofa and I take a seat in the chair that's opposite her. I could tell that she was nervous, she's subtly biting her lower lip and fiddling with the sleeves of her hoodie. She always does that when she's nervous, I doubt she realizes though.
"You wanted to talk?" I ask.
"Yeah I wanted to talk about what happened at the party Friday night."
"There's nothing to talk about." I shrug.
"Yes. There is. I wanted to properly thank you for what you did, and apologize for what I said after." She lets out a sigh and looks at her hands before continuing. "Thank you, for helping me that night. You were right, I wasn't thinking because things could've went so much worse than it didn't. I just- we don't have the best history and didn't expect any of it from you. So, I lashed out and didn't give you a chance to explain yourself instead of thanking you. You don't have to forgive me for it but know that... I'm sorry."
Woah. Not what I expected.
She shifts nervously. "Aren't you gonna say anything?"
"Sorry I'm just, shocked."
"You're shocked? I'm still trying to figure out when did you go from shitty childhood bully to hero in a cape."
"I know I made fun of you when we were younger, but I'm not a monster. I never had the intention of actually harming you or putting you in harm's way. I care about you." I whisper the last bit.
She scoffs, "I'm sorry what?"
"I've always cared. I just, have a way horrible of showing it," I say earnestly. "I'm sorry, And I know that those words don't mean jack shit and that they're long overdue, but I am."
"I really am."
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