The Story of Grace

Chapter 54

Grace's POV.

"Grace wake up. Gracccceeee" I hear someone say and poke my cheek repeatedly. I groan.

"Five more minutes." I say. "No Cece wants me to drive you to meet some girl named Kara to guide you through college and the process some shit like that..." Alex explains.

"Noooo" I whine like a child who doesn't want to go to school. "Please don't make me. Can't I just drop out like you!" I say my eyes still closed. Alex laughs.

"Sorry babe no can do..." He pokes my cheek again. "Plus if I could go back and finish high school I would and I'd probably go to college...don't fuck up like me..." I was shocked at his wise words. He seemed to genuinely mean it, I frowned. "You still can..." I say quietly.

He shrugs. "I don't think I can do it..." He stands up. "C'mon lets go!" He says.

I sigh. I quickly run an shower then brush my teeth and walk out of the bathroom to change. "Ah shit! You scared me!" I swat Alex.

He stands there smirking looking me up and down. "Quit staring..." I say uncomfortable. He laughs. "No need to be shy baby..." I sigh. "Get out" I whine like a five year old and push on his chest. He doesn't budge and just chuckles. I'm in a freaking towel, this can't end well.

"Please" I give him my best pout and puppy dog eyes. He groans. "Fuck. Don't look at me like that." He says.

I smirk. "Like what?" I ask.

"Like you're innocent it makes me horny." He states bluntly. It's unusual for him to say this around me. I gap.

He laughs and kisses my forehead and leaves so I can get dressed.

Awkward. I run and out on some panties and a bra then I pull out my usual black skinnies and one of my favorite band tees. Then I brush out my hair and let it air dry while I do my simple make up. It's chilly out so I grab a red beanie from my draw and then my 5SOS bracelet and head out.

I feel guilty I threw my necklace away. I look in the mirror one last time and try not to cry. Why did I throw it away? It meant a lot to me.

"Babe you okay?" Alex asks as I see him leaning on the doorway watching me. I nod. "Yeah..."

He raises his eyebrows. "I'm sorry I threw the necklace away. I was just really angry and I felt-"

"I get it. I would have done the same. It's partly my fault I left you, I hurt you." He says and looks me in the eye as he reaches for my hand. I smile.

"I'm just glad you came back..." I say.

He nods. "I um well, I've been feeling guilty." He says looking nervous suddenly. He's never really nervous, he's usually cocky and sarcastic.

"That doesn't sound good..." I say and feel my heart race a bit faster.

"I um while I was gone, I would bring home girls after getting drunk and we'd-" I cut him off.

"Oh my god...you were gone for one damn week!" I yell suddenly mad. "Did you really have to be with every girl you saw?!" We never fight. In fact we've never really fought. This wasn't normal for us.

"Grace listen. Please." He try's to calm me. I shake my head. "I know this won't make it better but we only kissed okay I never had sex! I swear it!" He thinks this is helping.

Maybe it helped a little but how many fucking drunk girls did he bring home and make out with! "How many?" I ask calmly but right now I was the complete opposite. He looked down ashamed. "Three.."

I get up and grab my phone and car keys. "Grace wait, I just didn't want to keep secrets from you! We weren't even together and I was drunk!"

"That isn't helping!" I yell. "You think I went out and fucked random guys or kissed anyone I seen walking down the street No! I was at home being a pathetic heart broken girl crying her eyes out!" Tears spill and I wipe them away. He tenses and gives me a sympathetic look.