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It's been two months. An entire two months since I've seen Grayson, or heard from him at all.
I guess my wish came true.
He disappeared after the supermarket run-in. He didn't randomly show up at places I'm at. He didn't show up to the movie nights. He didn't even go to his fights. Ethan said he's talked to him, but Grayson won't tell him where he is. I don't even know where he would go.
I kind of feel bad. Even though he was cruel to me, I can't help but feel guilty for being cruel back. I have a soft spot for him and I despise it.
On a better note, Lucian and I are doing amazing. I like him a lot and he keeps me thinking positively. He treats me very well and I like myself when I'm around him. We've spent almost every hour together since I met him, which would usually make me hate someone, but I only want to be around him more.
After hours of convincing, I pull Lucian up the steps of Ethan's house, giggling as he whispers in my ear. My cheeks flush at his naughty words.
He wanted to stay home, but I forced him to come out. It was hard not to give in to him and stay home, but I miss Ethan and Kristina. And everyone else, of course.
"Stop," I tell him, shoving his chest. He's quick to grab my hands to pull me to him, leaning down to kiss me. I smile into the kiss, making him smile too.
"You're fucking adorable" he curses. My cheeks burn even more as I look up at him. He's so pretty.
"C'mon, Lu" I mumble. He lets me pull him into the living room, his hands on my waist as he walks behind me. He leans down to my ear again as we get into the room.
"Can't wait to take this off of you" he murmurs. He slides his hands down my waist before sliding them back up. I look up to make sure no one heard him but lock eyes with someone instead.
He's back?
I quickly look away and turn back to Luc.
"Lucian" I scold. He grins innocently.
He lifts his head and spots Grayson before I can say anything. His entire body tenses. Not wanting him to say or do anything, I take his hand and squeeze it to get his attention. He looks back down at me with a frown. I know he very much dislikes him, but he'll respect my wishes.
I pull him to sit down in the only seats left on the couch. He wraps his arm around my waist to hold me close to him, but I don't object. I only scoot closer. Ethan and Kristina's house is always freezing, I don't know how they live like this.
It's awkwardly quiet in the room. Everyone is just waiting to see what happens.
