The Trouble With Two Seasons

Chapter 25 : Let it go

Winter played with the buttons on Grayer's shirt as he leaned against a locker door engaged in a tête a tête.

She was becoming quick friends with Grayer and was slowly getting attached to him.

If Grayer had not been burnt up on Summer, he'd look far enough to see the love in Winter's eyes whenever she stared at him.

She seductively twirled a strand of her blonde curls and gave a loud laugh, playfully smacking his chest.

Grayer chuckled at his own joke, averting his gaze to the doorway from which Summer had walked in.

She looked up meeting his eye, then his gaze flickered back to Winter who was talking incessantly in his arms.

Summer's eyes flashed, a deadly glint in them after setting her eyes on Winter.

A small part of Grayer hoped she was jealous seeing them together. But it was Summer, she never wore her feelings like an open book. She was very unpredictable.

Grayer turned his attention to Winter, and leaned in for a kiss.

Summer roughly tossed her bag over to St.Williams who walked beside her -- He'd been trying ages to get her tell him why she was looking tensed that morning.

St. Williams granned the bag before it hit the ground and followed Summer's gaze. It rested on Winter, her eyes were angry. St. Williams shook his head, this wouldn't be good.

Without a word, Summer stormed towards Winter and pulled her away from Grayer.

"This is for sending Martin after me!" Summer seethed, before delivering a well aimed jab at Winter's face.

Winter yelped staggering back, her face was a mask of confusion.

"You're a piece of crap!" Summer cussed, throwing Winter violently against the lockers. Her head hit the open locker doors with a loud bang.

Summer clenched her fist, ready to deliver another punch when Grayer stepped in, grabbing her hand and throwing it back, forcefully.

"The fuck Summer! Are you sane?" Grayer yelled. St.Williams rushed over, pulling Summer to himself.

It drew attention from the students scurrying around in the hallway, and slowly a crowd had started to assemble.

Summer did crazy stuff when upset, and St.Williams held onto her, not wanting her to do anything she'd regret later on.

Grayer attended to Winter, she clutched her eye in pain. Blood dripped from out of her nostrils.

"Are you okay?" He asked, lifting up her head to see the damage done to her face.

Winter mumbled something incoherent, her face contorted in anguish.

" Let go of me!" Summer yelled.
"I swear Winter, I'll fuck you up, more than I have already!" Summer lashed, trying to struggle out of St.Williams' hold.

"Really? Twisting stories to suit your fan base? Faking during life crisis? Running your mouth and tarnishing my reputation? Letting obsessed looneys stalk me? You're a nasty piece of worked up bullshit!" Summer screamed at her face.

Winter winced in pain, Summer's words hit hard. How much exactly did Summer know, she pondered. For she was hurling a lot of accusations on her, she'd be done for if people knew it was true.

"She could file a report against you Summer. Do you want to fucking kill her!" Grayer seethed.

"Wow, now you're on her side because you get to fuck her!" Summer lashed back at Grayer.

St.Williams winced.

"I'm not taking sides, but you're being a violent mess Summer. You could have got her drowned at Courtney's birthday bash. Now what, you're trying to..."

The school speakers suddenly blared to life, the sound of water splashing and excited chatter of teens at a pool party filled the hallway. Video proof of Winter at the party flashed on the mini hallway screen.

A hushed silence fell throughout as the edit showed Winter in her glory and fakeness, paddling through a pool of water. One that she'd publicly made known she couldn't swim in.

Winter's face paled as the passersby scorned at her.

Silent whispers filled the hall as time ticked, staying still. A calm smile played on Summer's lips.

Winter was unable to take it anymore and fled the scene, her face strewn with tears.

Grayer watched her go, his heart sinking for her, albeit knowing her actions were despicable.

He couldn't just turn her back against her when everyone did too, not with whatever she was going through.

Empathy was all what he felt for her, and guilt that he'd let his best friend down.

He had no idea what possessed him, but he said the unthinkable which was the exact opposite of what he felt.

Probably it was the heat from the moment. Or the fact that Summer had Asher having her back when he'd let her down.

"This is not the Summer I knew. This," Grayer made a dramatic pause.  "It's messed up!" He completed, his eyes staring right through Summer.

It was like a knife stab through Summer's chest. Couldn't Grayer come to terms with reality and stop trying to be Winter's undeserving hero?

Summer stared silently up at him. She had stopped struggling in St. Williams arms, his hold on her went limp. She broke free, and made her way towards Grayer.

"You know what, fuck you!" She exclaimed shoving his chest and barged past.

Winter was trying to play victim again. Regardless, it wouldn't work this time, the entire student body knew the truth. Except the one person she needed to be on her side.

Grayer fucking Miller!

                                     

                                ***

Sweat trickled down her body, soaking the band of leggings and wetting her sports bra.

Her breath was heavy and you could hear her inhale and exhale.

She lunged a punch at the punching pad, her eyes filled up with unshed tears.

The force from the hit sent Asher who was holding up the punching pads in his hands to stagger back.

"Summer, you're overworking yourself." He advised, slowly pulling the punching pad from his hands.

She passed her hands through her hair.

"I've got to practice for my upcoming tournament." She shrugged, moving to a punching bag. She attacked it with more notoriety.

"Summer!" Asher bellowed progressing near.

He watched her blink back tears, striking the bag harder.

On having enough, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her to himself.

"It's okay." He spoke softly to her ear, watching her struggle to break out of his hold.

"Summer, chill." He said, loosening his grip on her.

She immediately stopped struggling.
A quiet sob escaped from her lips.

"Don't cry baby." Asher consoled, kissing the back of her neck.

"She's not worth my tears!" Summer exclaimed rather stubbornly with a little sniff. She was trying to fight back her tears.

"She's not worth the fight either Summer. Just let it slide. You've got me, St.Williams, Chris, Courtney and the entire student body. To hell with what Grayer thinks. We love you!" Asher ended, kissing atop her head. She turned in his arms to give him a hug.

"Let it go, okay?" He advised.

Summer nodded, burying her face in the nook of his neck.

She'd see about that.