Hating Grayson ✓

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I am disturbed from my sleep when Mitchell decides to kick me in my side.

Way to kick me while I'm down.

I groaned awake.

God, I'm sooooo drunk.

"Whatcha want Mitchell." I groaned. "Mitchster. Mitchy dawg."

"Please never call me those names again." He put his hand out.

I take his hand, and abruptly, he pulls me up from the ground.

"Ugh." I instantly felt nauseous.

"Please do not vomit." He implored.

The strong and bitter taste of whiskey souring my taste buds made me retch. I rush to the bathroom and let loose.

Ugh.

Gross.

Blech.

After spilling my guts out, I head to the vanity and wash my mouth out with mouthwash before I return to my room.

"Are you alright?" Mitchell asked, playing the concerned brother.

"I'm just," I give him a thumbs up. "brilliant."

"You call getting drunk before noon brilliant?" He chuckled.

"Blah, blah blah, blah." I roll my eyes.

I look around my room, at all the damage I had caused.

Mom and dad are going to murder me.

There's an awkwardly long silence, not that I mind. Silence made my head feel a little less fuzzy.

"So.... You and Grayson?" Mitchell breaks the silence.

"Hmm." I search through the debris for my phone, which, if I remember correctly, I threw across the room, right in the corner between my empty bookshelf and a desk.

It's cracked, obviously. It's not like I expected it to be in a perfectly unscathed condition after tossing it.

"So, what? Does this mean that you're gay? Or bi, maybe?"

"Argh, No. Maybe? I don't know." Why did I have to be anything? Why couldn't I just be me, ya know?

"It's just so weird." Mitchell says.

"Tell me about it." I start to clean up the mess that I had made.

"So are you both, like, dating?" He wonders.

"No. I don't know." I shrugged, picking up a book that I have never read before, nor did I plan on reading it.

Honestly, I haven't a clue as to why I even have books. It's not like I read.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He pressed, which triggered my annoyance.

"We kinda were," I admitted. "then I caught him making out with Aisha."

"I will kick his ass, again." He seethed.

"It doesn't matter anymore." I sigh.

"Why not?"