Girls Love Girls And Boys | Hartbig

Chapter Seven

"Um, sure." Grace stammers, unable to meet Chester's eyes. She's silently thanking any god there may be that the walls between the bathroom and the bedroom are relatively soundproof. She knows Hannah is running water for a shower. "Do you want to sit down?" Grace suggests, gesturing to the chairs.

"Sure, sure." Chester says quietly. They sit down and Grace finds a loose string on her sweatpants and starts fiddling with it anxiously. This is the worst possible moment he could've chosen. She thinks to herself. Chester looks away sheepishly and tries to meet Grace's gaze again. Grace looks away quickly.

"So, what is it you want to talk about?" Grace asks. Chester exhales a deep breath.

"First off, I'm sorry for stopping by so early. I was up all night thinking about doing this and couldn't wait any longer." He starts. Grace can feel a tight knot of anxiety in her stomach. Shit he's really doing this. She thinks over and over. "I was-uh-I wanted to know if you'd like to go out with me sometime."

Grace knew it was coming. She knew that's what was happening. But it still hits her like a bus. She feels her heart sink a little as she looks Chester in the eye. She doesn't like Chester that way, not in the slightest, but he's still her friend. And she doesn't want to do this, where she says no and then things are awkward between them forever. But she has to.

"Chester you know I've always loved being your friend," Grace starts, her voice strained and raspy. "But I just don't feel that way about you. I'm seeing someone else, and I'm sorry." Chester nods.

"I probably should've expected this." He says sadly. "It's totally okay." Grace sighs. "Still friends right?"

"Yeah of cour-" Grace starts to agree, but the bathroom door pushes open behind her before she can finish.

"Babe, the water is warm if you wanna get in..." Hannah says, her sentence trailing off at the end when she sees Chester. Grace turns and looks in horror at the predicament before her. Chester See, who just apparently has feelings for her is seeing Hannah Hart in Grace's hotel room wearing nothing but a robe over a bra and panties. This is great. Grace thinks. Just fucking great.

"I-" Grace tries to say, but her throat is choked up. Hannah has pulled her robe tightly closed and tied it, but Chester still stares in shock.

"You...and...Hannah..." Chester mumbles in strings of almost incoherent words. "You're dating Grace?" He finally manages, directing this to Hannah instead. Hannah looks from Chester to Grace. Grace's eyes are welled up with tears, but she nods to Hannah.

"Um yeah, I am." Hannah murmurs. "I'm sorry Chester. I don't really know what happened but I don't want whatever is upsetting my girlfriend to continue, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Chester just nods, standing up and leaving.

~

Chester keeps his cool until he's out in the hall. He stuffs the flowers ruthlessly into the trash can in the hallway. He then proceeds to storm to Mamrie's room. Pounding the door with his fist, Mamrie's opens looking dazed.

"Jesus, what did the door ever do to you?" Mamrie jokes. Chester just scowls.

"Can I come in? I need to talk to you." He says angrily.

"Um okay." Mamrie replies, letting him in.

"Why the hell did you let me do that?!" Chester asks loudly.

"Let you do what? Ask Grace out?" Mamrie inquires.

"Yeah. Why? You knew she was with Hannah but you let me make a fool of myself anyways." Chester says with rage.

"Whoa hold up a second. She's with Hannah?! As in Hannah Hart?!" Mamrie exclaims.

"You can stop pretending Mames, I know. It doesn't matter!"

"No but really, I didn't know! She's actually with Hannah?" Mamrie continued in wonder. "Are you sure?"

"Well considering Hannah called her babe and called Grace her girlfriend, I'm pretty damn sure." Chester replies bitterly.

"Whoa." Mamrie says. "I'm having a total mind fuck."

"Yeah, you're not the only one." Chester agrees.

"I need to talk to them." Mamrie announces, standing up and grabbing her room key.