Faking

Chapter 19

I really needed some time to think so I went into the kitchen where John was cooking more food with the head chef.

They both smiled at me while I said I needed some cold water. John brought me cold peach ice tea and I drank it quickly.

Suddenly, I heard Mrs. King walk in and say to the chef, "The food is running out! Hurry up!!"

I sighed because I did not want to see her right now.

She turned to look at me and said, "Madison, dear, how about you help me greet more people?"

I was trying to figure out ways to reject her when Mrs. King wanted to talk about something else.

She said, "Ugh, don't you just hate Grayson? He's been getting on my nerves ever since he was little. He's just like his real mom. He used to always follow his real mom around. If I had a son I would have totally replaced him. He's not worth my time at all. He ignores me while I treat him like my real son. He should understand where I'm coming from. If I could I would have taken his spot as the King's company heir a long time ago. He doesn't deserve a high ranked place if he isn't going to be committed in the things he do."

It could have been all the stress or thinking, but I was furious.

I walked straight towards Mrs. King and said, "Excuse me, Mrs. King. Grayson deserves his place. You don't have any right to judge him when he is clearly trying his best to live on with a sick woman like you. Like you said, if you are not his real mother, you have no right to judge Grayson. He's the best student in his school and he treats others with respect unlike you. He doesn't judge others by how rich or poor they are. He treats them fairly and looks over the bad in those people. Maybe he ignores you because you don't deserve ANY of his attention or respect. You can say whatever you want about your posh lifestyle but don't insult my friends."

I was getting madder by the minute so I bumped my shoulder roughly against her and ran out the back door. I was so done with her. Before I left I did see her face, shock was written all over it. I grinned smugly.

As I ran out the door, I noticed I didn't even have any cardigan to cover myself from the cold. Also, it was getting super windy.

I'm so stupid.

To make things worse, it started raining. Oh great.

I don't know why but I got so angry that I started screaming. I looked around and screamed. I was letting my over-thinking and stress out.

Soon, the rain was all over me and I was soaking wet.

Well, there goes Grace's beautiful dress. I sat on the wet ground and stared off into space.

Soon, I noticed that it stopped raining only on me. I looked up and saw how there was an umbrella above me. I looked around and noticed that Grayson was holding the umbrella.

He sighed and said, "Why are you out in the rain?"

I just ignored him because I wanted to be alone right now. I didn't even know what I wanted to do with my life. What was I going to do when Marco woke up? Go back to my old school? Go back to everything? Can I leave this life that I have come to love? Can I leave my new friends?

As I thought of those things, more stress got inside my head and I grew more angry.

I shouted at Grayson.

I said, "Why do you let your mom treat you that way?!"

He sighed and said, "She's not my mom."

I said, "Yeah, she kind of mentioned that she was not your real mother."

He just looked straight ahead.

It was my turn to sigh and I looked at the ground.

I don't know why, but I started crying.

I was frustrated but I didn't even understand what I was mad at.

Grayson pulled me up to a standing position. He turned me around and he wrapped his jacket around me.

He said, "You're all wet."

I rolled my eyes at him because I kind of realized that already.

He examined my face. I frowned because I didn't understand what he was doing.

Suddenly, I felt his face getting closer to mine. My eyes visually widened and I looked at his handsome face.

3 inches were becoming 2 and soon our faces were barely an inch apart.

Grayson whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

I didn't know what to say. Did I want this?

My mouth seem to have a mind of its own because I said, "Yes."

He was coming closer to me too slowly so I just raised high on my tip-toes and kissed him. Our lips met and it was like I was really in heaven. Our lips moved in sync and I felt the chemistry we had for another. The spark when our lips met was indescribable and I felt as though we were the only ones on this planet. All the things around us all vanished and it was just the two of us. I felt as though I was high on him and I couldn't get enough. I wrapped my arms around his neck getting closer to him and he wrapped his arms around my waist. We soon broke away because we both needed to breathe.

He put his head on my forehead and said, "That wasn't supposed to happen."

What?

I pushed him back and said, "What?"

His expression turned cold suddenly and he said, "That wasn't supposed to happen. This is wrong. Ugh, I just. Just stop trying to get close to me."

I was shocked and I just stared at him retreating away. He asked me to kiss him and that's it? It wasn't right? It didn't feel right? What?!

I shouted loudly at him, "What the hell is wrong with you? It's wrong?! Why do you always do that? You always shut people out without even getting close to them!"

He looked back before walking back and there were millions of emotions on his face. Some of the things I could pick out was sadness, regret, hurt, and ....love?