Senior Year with My Protector | Protector 1.2

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

It had been two weeks since I thought something was going on with Grayson. The suspicion was confirmed when a week passed and he was still acting different. He constantly had bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in days, he rarely wanted to play GTA anymore, he was getting so angry at Henry for no reason, he rarely ate, and he had headaches from time to time.

I tried asking him about it, but he just told me he was stressed about school. I didn't believe him, but I stopped questioning him.

"Are you sure you don't want to play?" I asked, stopping in the middle of the game just in case he wanted a turn. I was on his lap and he had one arm around my waist while he was on his cell phone.

"Uh huh," Grayson said, keeping his eyes focused on his phone.

I sighed and turned back to the game. I really wanted him to tell me what was going on. "I'm worried about you," I told him.

"Uh huh."

I put the controller down and turned to face him, hooking my arms loosely around his neck. "Why can't you just tell me what's going on?"

"Because nothing is," he said.

"Nothing?" I asked. "So it looks like you haven't slept in days, you rarely eat, and you're always so angry because nothing is going on?"

"I'm fine," he said. "I promise."

I still didn't believe him. I needed to know what was happening. "I thought you trusted me with anything," I said. "I was the first person outside of your family that you told about your life. Why can't you tell me what is going on?"

"Because nothing is," Grayson told me. "I'm fine."

I stood up and reached for my backpack, which was beside Grayson's bed. If he wasn't going to tell me, then fine.

"Where are you going?" Grayson asked with a sigh.

"Home," I said. "You know, a place where people actually trust me." I turned around and walked out, Grayson not even attempting to get me to stay.

I might have been a bit too dramatic about him not telling me, but I was extremely worried about him. I didn't want him to keep something from me, especially something that was affecting him so much.

~*~

The next day at school, Grayson didn't show up. I didn't even bother calling him. I was still mad that he wasn't telling me what was happening.

"Where's Grayson?" Belle asked me during last period.

I shrugged. "How should I know? He doesn't tell me anything these days."

"Are you two fighting?" she asked. "Because the two of you never fight."

"I can't say anything," I said. "Mainly because I don't know anything....."

Surprisingly, Grayson walked into the classroom, handing a slip of paper to the teacher. He then sat down in the desk beside me. "Hi, Flower," he said. I didn't answer. "Really? You're ignoring me?"

I began working on the worksheet in front of me, not even bothering to look at Grayson. He just sighed, not attempting to talk to me anymore. I was planning on not saying a word to him until he told me what was going on.

It may have been a childish choice, but I needed to know what was going on. If it was serious, he should tell someone.

As soon as school ended, I packed up my stuff and headed to my locker. I knew Grayson was following me, but I still didn't talk to him.

"Poppy," Grayson said. "You can't ignore me because of yesterday."

I turned towards him, eyebrow raised. "You think I'm ignoring you because of yesterday? Grayson, I know you're hiding something from me and it hurts to think you're keeping secrets."

"I'm not hiding anything from you," Grayson said.

"I'm not an idiot," I told him. "You've been acting so different. I know something's going on! Why can't you just tell me?"

"Because nothing is going on," Grayson said.

I still couldn't believe he was hiding something from me. "You know that? Fine, don't tell me. You were the first boy I ever fell in love with, but I guess I was stupid enough to do that, right? I guess you don't love me enough to tell me."

Grayson stared at me for a bit before reaching into the pocket of his jeans. He tossed me whatever was in his hand and I quickly caught it. I looked at the pill bottle confusingly, not recognizing the name of the drug. "What's this?" I knew it was prescribed to him, since his name was on it.

"Celexa," he replied. "It's an anti-depressant."

"Anti-depressant?" I asked, handing him the bottle.

"I was diagnosed with depression last week," he told me. "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "But not telling me was worrying me so much. Grayson, you should have told me when you found out. I was really worried about you."

"I know," he said. "I should have. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," I said. "I overreacted." I wrapped my arms around him tightly. "I love you."

Grayson hugged me back. "I love you too. Come on, let's go to my house and play some GTA."

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Once again, I'm sorry for a short chapter, but this was to show exactly what was bothering Grayson. Next chapter will be longer.