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Three bags, one temper tantrum, three goodbyes, and two flights later, I was sitting outside of LAX, waiting for my uber to pick me up.
I tapped the toe of my shoe on the ground, staring at my phone. 
It buzzed, indicating someone tweeted me.
GraysonDolan: @graysondolan: landed a little bit ago....@evanoconner is that your old VS perfume I miss so much that I smell? :)
I groaned as I resisted the urge to throw my phone at the nearest pedestrian.
I scrolled through all of the retweets and the other people shipping it or not. I groaned again as I saw most of the tweets were about us getting together.
Mock my words, Grayson Dolan and I will never be a thing.
Ever.
"Evangeline O' Conner? Is that you babe?" I slowly turn around and see the last person I wanted to.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
A little to his left, I saw his brother Ethan, who held sympathy in his eyes. I rolled mine and turned back around in the seat. "Oh, come on, how about a welcome hug." I laugh bitterly and return my attention back to my phone. "Never, Bailey."
"You'll be saying different in about a week, Jessica."  He smirks. 
I squint at him and look at my uber pull up.  Walking over, I open the door.  "Believe me, I won't."
He slides his sunglasses off of his shirt and onto his eyes, leaning back against the bench.
"This tour is longer than a six second video babe.  You can't avoid me, and you can't disappear this time.  I guess we're both in for a treat."
The drive to the resort was long, and the dizzy feeling in my head didn't seem to leave. Even with the window rolled down and my favorite music blasting through the speakers, I couldn't shake the feeling that this trip wouldn't be anything like I thought it would be.
When I arrived at my hotel, I wanted to stay there for the next four months.
He had the nerve to act like everything was okay, like he never hurt me. 
But he did. 
Grayson was why I lost weight; because I felt like a worthless, fat piece of crap, Grayson was why I started YouTube and Vine; because I needed something that would tear my thoughts away from the constant torment I was going through in my everyday life. Grayson was the reason I used to self harm; why I had so many bruises and cuts and marks that made me even more ugly than he told me I was. 
So who was he to come into my life now and act all buddy buddy with me?
He didn't; that's the thing. 
But now I was going to show him what he was missing out on; I would make him regret ever speaking a negative word to me. 
I would make his life a living hell for the next four months.
Sorry it's not edited :))
-Rhianne👑