Annoyed By Grayson Dolan

11

After finishing up my homework, I laid in bed watching Teen Wolf on my Mac.

Someone walked into my room without knocking. I look up, and it's Grayson making his way towards the side of my bed.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked sternly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked defiantly as I kept my eyes on Dylan O'brien.

"You know what.. You broke her stuff!"

"Well you broke my! -" I cut off before I continued to say anything stupid. My heart. I thought.

"You should apologize." He stated which pissed me off.

I got off of my bed to stand in front of him. "OH PLEASE! You're only telling me to do this because you have to ACT like you care about her!" He didn't say anything. "DO YOU EVEN LIKE HER?!"

"Yeah..." He replied quietly looking down.

"No, Grayson. As in feelings... Look at me and tell me you have FEELINGS for her."

He looked up at me with crossed arms. But he didn't say a word.

"Exactly. I don't need to apologize to anyo-"

"Do you like me?" He cut me off.

"No, I hate you." Which is partially true because I just want to punch him... But kiss him at the same time.

"Then why did you scream that you have feelings for me at In 'N Out?"

"That wasn't me." I quickly replied.

"Oh yeah. It was Erika. She has feelings for me." He said sarcastically.

"Yeah. That's why she kissed you."

"Nooo. It was cause she's jealous of you."

"Jealous of what?!"

"Do you have feelings for me, Hazel?"

Those words tickled down my spine and not in a good way. It made me stiff, and for my hands to sweat. I reacted with anger.

"NO! I TOLD YOU THAT I HATE YOU!" He started to smirk with those toned crossed arms. "NOW GET OUT OF MY -"

I was cut off because suddenly I was disabled from speaking. My lips were smashed by Grayson's. Suddenly I felt calm inside, but excitement rose within me as well. Butterflies filled my stomach. My heart pounded even faster. My body was less tense. Then all of a sudden the ecstasy feeling cut off, because he broke away from the kiss with furrowed eyebrows.

"No... No." He shook his head. "I can't. Like you!"

I stood there with confusion.

"Don't ever talk to me!" He exclaimed. Then he quickly walked out of my room, and slammed the door.

I was speechless and hurt. Most of all, confused.