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53| Flashback Pt. 3

Greyson

On my way back from the bathroom I heard a familiar group of boys laughing in an empty classroom. Mr. King was supposed to be on hall monitor duty because all classrooms were off limit tonight but he was nowhere to be seen.

I stagger towards the window to ease drop on their conversation. I'm certain that it's the sophomore and freshman on the football team that made me want to come to this shit show in the first place.

"Did you guys see Lexi? If I knew she was hiding all of that under those baggy clothes I would've asked her to prom."

"And do what? You wouldn't have had the balls to do anything."

That was probably Jason, the best sophomore on the team. It must have been him because everyone laughed at his joke like it was the funniest thing in the world, dickriders.

"Ayo, y'all seen all that junk in Melissa's trunk? I bet Cody don't even know what to do with alllattt," laughed Jamal.

Then a voice I couldn't recognize spoke, "You guys can have Melissa and Lexi. Who I really want my hands on, is Allison."

Along with my hazy vision and profuse sweating I must be hallucinating as well. That's probably why I just heard him say Allison. He must mean someone else. I need to focus on getting back to the dance in one piece.

"Ali? The nerd with the glasses? Nah man, her best friend looks better. You tripping." Jamal scoffed.

I can feel the red of my blood as his words leave his lips. My hands start trembling and I can feel the adrenaline in my veins increasing by the second. I'm fucking furious and my hands are thirsty for blood. I don't understand what's happening to my body but I know it won't stop until I've broken a few bones.

"She wouldn't let us come within three feet of her. I'm not into girls outside of my race anyway, but Allison? Just look at her, she got the best titties in our year."

I immediately turn around seconds away from kicking the door open and punching that piece of shit straight in his jaw with the intention of ripping it off of his face, when I feel someone grab the back of my collar. I'm about to turn around and swing so hard that I don't even feel the marks from earlier when I move anymore.

"No you don't," Kevin tuts stopping me mid air. "I know that look and this won't end good for you in the long run. There's at least twelve of them in there, and you're all on the team."

"I don't give a rats ass how many of them are in there. They're talking shit about my girl and I'm just supposed to sit here and listen?" I seethe.

"Your girl? What?- No, that's not important. You need to calm down Grey and think about this rationally. You look like a raging bull right now. I need you to do some Madonna breathing exercises with me to calm down."

"Ma who? Instead of"—

—"Greyson."

"Okay, okay." After a minute or three of breathing exercises I manage to calm down a bit.

"Now. Use that brain of yours to think. What do you think will happen if you go in there fist swinging?"

"They'll try to shut me up," I mutter like a five year old.

"Exactly and then what will coach Mike do once he finds out that you started it?"

"Kick me off the team."

"And you wouldn't want that. So let's give Mr. King a little "tip" and let him get rid of them the right way. That way you won't get in trouble and they won't cause any damage."

"But that's only a temporary solution. I think permanent damage is the only way to get them to back off for good."

"You're probably right, but I don't think you're in the right headspace. Let's get some punch in your system."

"Alright Alright," I murmured.

He doesn't know it but I'm leaning on him for supporting because my legs feel like they're about to give out soon. That, plus my vision is so hazy I might bump into something. We finally reach the punch table and I drink a cup of it. While I'm drinking trying to act like I'm not about to pass out, Kevin leaves to tell Mr. King about the boys in that classroom and ban them from the dance.

"There you are I've been looking everywhere for you," Samatha say running up to me.

"Yeah, had a really big pass, so I took a while."

"You're so silly," she giggles rubbing her hands along my chest. I can say just about anything and she'd think its 'cute'.

"Can you not touch me? It feels wrong."

"Why can't I touch you Grey?" she pouted.

"I just don't want you to. H-have you seen Allison anywhere?" Now I was stuttering and my words weren't coming out clearly.

"The dork with the glasses you keep teasing?"

"She's not a dork, she's actually a genius."

"That's the same thing silly. Yeah I've seen her, she had on this short sparkly dress showing off her legs. She's so begging for attention. It's pretty tight too, it pushes up her breast and everything. I'm surprised guys aren't drooling all over them yet."

I try my best to remain calm but it doesn't work. All the anger I felt from a few minutes ago come rushing back in an instant. Now I have to find her. What if something happens to her?

"Where is she?"

"How am I supposed to know where the slut is?"

"Watch your fucking mouth. She is not a slut," I seethe stumbling to find Kevin.

Just then I bump into someone and as if I wasn't mad enough they spill punch all over my shirt. I'm angrier than I usually am about something like this, especially because now that I know what people are saying about Allison. I don't have time for this shit right now.

"What the fuck man." I shout.

A/N:
Finally!! The encounter that had everyone absolutely hating Greyson in the beginning!!

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