Worlds Collided |g.d.|

chapter seven

-Jana pov-

I pressed my lips together, going shopping with Grayson sounded like the worst possible thing I could do. But the money I would earn...

I got into the car, instantly amazed at the soft leather and the way the door closed soundlessly. He immediately speed off, not even waiting for me to buckle in.

"Woah..." I fumbled to find the buckle. "I would like to live to see another day..."

He just grunted, one hand on the wheel as the other reached to turn up the music. Surprisingly he was listening to Tame Impala. I had expected some hard core rap about sex and drugs.

I waited a few minutes before speaking up, hoping to make a breakthrough to his stoney exterior. "This is a good song."

His hazel eyes glanced at me for a split second before he reached forward again, turning the radio off.

I turned toward the window, slightly shocked at his rude gesture. "Okay..." I mouthed to myself, now very overwhelmed.

It seemed we were driving for hours but it was only twenty minutes overshadowed by thick tension. Grayson pulled into a rich shopping complex, somewhere I would have never stepped foot in before today. He parked the car, getting out without muttering a word to me. I took that as I cue and followed him, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

He suddenly started speaking, his voice low and surprisingly contained. "We need to pick up some shit for the next video. You're here to make sure I get everything and don't make any unnecessary purchases." He scoffed. "At least that's what Ethan calls them."

He stopped, suddenly turning to face me. "Your phone."

"My phone?"

He held out his hand. "Let me see it."

"Oh, uh okay." I handed it to him, not in the mood to argue.

He tapped a couple times on both of our screens before handing mine back to me. "I airdropped the list to you." And he was off again, walking as if he had a time crunch.

I read the items out loud as we walk-ran. "Pickles, blue gatorade... spaghetti? This is just a grocery list!"

"You think I eat that crap? No, it's for a video. Now, let's go, I have to pick something up."

I trailed after him into a shoe store where he immediately went to the front desk, saying his name and the order he had to pick up. I stood awkwardly behind him, glancing around a the expensive merchandise.

A different man came from the back, holding a box. "Hey Gray man! I've got your new order right here.." He set the box on the counter.

Grayson greeted him with just as much enthusiasm before taking a look inside the box and both men fell into a long conversation about shoes. I zoned out, reminding myself that I was getting paid for listening to a conversation about shoes.

Suddenly a hand clamped down on my arm, dragging me out of the store. "Come on." Grayson grunted, acting as if wasn't just enjoying his day.

We walked back to the car and after a short drive we were at the grocery store. We quickly fell into a routine while in the store. Grayson pushed the cart behind me as I read the list, grabbing the needed items and putting them into the cart behind me. We were done very shortly and got into line.

Grayson handed me a credit card. "Your company card. Don't lose it." He empathized.

I rolled my eyes. "I won't, chill."

He chuckled, the first time I had seen him with anything that resembled a smile.

I payed on the company card and soon we were back in the car and on the way to the house. He wasn't as bad as he came across. But I was still wary of his temper. He had snapped a few times, mostly in annoyance when something wasn't going his way. His road rage was a bit extreme.

Nevertheless, we made it back to the twins house unharmed and not total enemies. Grayson simply told me to put the groceries on the shelf in the fridge labeled for videos before he went inside, probably to hide away in his room.

I sighed, getting out of the car and going inside to do as he told me. Dave was sitting in the dining room, shooting a smile as I unpacked the groceries. "How did it go?"

I shrugged. "Good, he was...normal?"

Dave laughed. "Grayson doesn't have a normal. Was he mean? I can yell at him for you."

Now I laughed, opening the fridge. "No, I can handle it."

Dave and I had texted a few times over the past couple weeks. Mostly about paperwork but also a few times about the twins. Specially Grayson, who Dave apologized for after he bumped into me on the first day.

Dave nodded. "Good, I knew you could."