Revenge Is Sweet

43 - Discombobulated

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My lack of nightly nightmares makes it possible for me to give Greyson the complete cold shoulder for two whole days.

Completely dramatic, I know. But I'm still pissed so...Yeah.

It's not like I'm mad just because he wouldn't give me the attention I wanted or anything. I'm mad because he's just decided to ignore me instead of at least clearing the air and telling me he just doesn't want me like that.

He's still asking me for fucking kisses while completely ignoring me when I sit on his bed dressed in nothing but one of his shirts. Meanwhile, Toby still teases me any chance he gets about my little friend. That's what he calls it, at least.

He can joke about it, but the moment I said vibrator he lost his shit and got all flustered about it. It still pisses me off that Toby just knows simply because I wanted to walk the mall alone. He's a jerk too.

Even though I'm annoyed with the idiot that's currently downstairs, I still miss him. Two whole days I've gone without talking to him at all. I see him around the cabin when I leave my room for food, but haven't actually acknowledged him.

Every time I glance in his direction, he meets my gaze and gives me this sad and confused puppy dog stare. I narrow my eyes and turn away from him every time.

Worst part is, I don't even know if the idiot knows why I'm pissed off. He's learning nothing from his time of solitude.

Clementine watches me with her 'your being dramatic' eyes as she follows me to my door and out of my room.

This time around I have a different mission than the one I had earlier, which was to just get food and ignore Greyson.

Clem follows me downstairs and to the living room. When she sees Grey on the couch, she hurries towards him to jump up with him.

She hasn't seen him much either, she's been in the room with me.

Greyson's sitting in the dark, with the only light being the glow from the tv. He jumps when he notices Clem then quickly looks up at me in the doorway.

Cue the puppy dog eyes.

I sigh and start coming closer to the couch. Greyson watches me silently, eagerly waiting for me to get closer. The moment I sit down beside him, his hands are on me shamelessly.

He lifts me just to throw me on the other side of him on the couch. I let him toss me to the other side and huff when he tugs me to lay down. He moves quickly, like he's afraid I'm going to get up and bolt.

Clem meows at us and jumps off the couch, deciding to retreat. Greyson pays her no mind and drops down on top of me. I scoff when he scoots down to lay his head on my belly, totally inviting himself to do so.

"Grey," I scold, my hands dropping onto his back. His hands slip under my body, hugging me.

He's a bit clingy.

"Where've you been?" Greyson questions. He doesn't bother lifting his head to talk to me.

"In my room." I mutter. I thought he knew that. I didn't exactly try to hide where I was.

"I know." He huffs. "Where've you been?" He asks again. "You've been gone. Is it because of me? Did I hurt you?" Greyson pushes, hugging me closer.

"A little." I admit. Bruised up my ego up, that's for sure.

"Tell me how I hurt you, honey." Greyson urges. He still doesn't lift his head, I don't mind it. "I'll never do it again if you just tell me what it was."