The Story of Us || g.d.

~15~

"Wait, Trin, you're staying with these doofs?" Cameron walks beside me when we make our way into their apartment.

"Yep." I mutter, not making eye contact with him.

"I'm not going to leave you, like Dad, if that's why you're rude to me." He sighs and touches my arm.

"Grayson, I'm going to sleep." I ignore Cameron and walk straight to Gray's room, collapsing on his bed and looking up at the ceiling, thinking all about the situation I'm now in. Cameron is really protective of me, that's what annoys me the most. No one ever was; not dad, not mom. I guess it makes me uncomfortable and that's why I don't like him. I honestly couldn't give you a straight answer right now. I hear people making their way down the hall and sit forward so I could hear what they're saying.

"Why does she have a bandage on her head?" -Cameron

"Your dad didn't tell you?" -Aaron

"No. I told him I was going to see my friends and he said to see Trinity later." -Cameron

"Well, we went to see fans and one kind of knocked her out." -Jack

"What?" -Cameron

"She's got 12 stitches on the back of her head from falling." -Ethan

"If I knew her mom was missing earlier, I would've made her stay with me." -Cameron

"Why doesn't she like you?" -Grayson

"I don't know. I wish I did." -Cameron

"I'm gonna check on her, do you guys wanna go to the pharmacy and get ibuprofen or something for the pain?" -Grayson

"I'll go." -Cameron

"Me too." -Aaron

"Okay." -Grayson

The door creaks so I lay back down, looking out the window to the right of his bed. I feel the left side of the bed sink down, causing me to turn and face him. He's laying down and looking at me with tired eyes.

"What?" I frown.

"Are you okay?" He shrugs.

I sigh and sit up, looking down at my hands. "I'm honestly fine. Just a lil hurt from the stitches."

"I'm sorry." Grayson shakes his head.

"Shut up." I smile and pull my knees up to my chest.

"But I shouldn't have dragged you back when you ran away. It was wrong and you could've been-." I roll my eyes and kiss him, leaning slightly forward so he's taken by surprise. When I pull away, he's smiling.

"Don't get your hopes up, Grayson. I just wanted you to be quiet." I laugh

"Yeah, okay. You could've slapped me."

"True. But that wouldn't have been nice." I smirk.

"I like that you kissed me." His face is a light shade of red when he says this, causing me to grin.

It sucks, though. Thinking back to all the hate I'm getting for just rumors being spread sucks. Grayson and I can't ever be together, even if I like him and he likes me. I wouldn't put that on him, he deserves to be loved. I'm just another girl with a dream far different than Grayson's. He doesn't need to lose fans just because I'm in the equation. So, I should probably just take myself out of it.

"I like it too. But, you know this can't happen." I frown and bite my lip.

"What?" He furrows his brows.

"Us." I swallow back a tear, only to fail.

"Trinity, don't-"

"Grayson. I was just punched for supposedly breaking your brother's heart." I sob, letting my emotions take over.