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Chapter Twelve

The last show of the tour, the Seattle show, could not come quickly enough. At this point Grace was just done with her relationship being a spectacle to fans and just wanted to be home on her couch with Hannah in arms watching trashy television shows. The gang has a few hours to kill before the show so Hannah decides to take Grace out to get her mind off things.

"Where are we going again?" Grace asks for the tenth time since Hannah refused to reveal what they were doing.

"It's a surprise!" Hannah answers with a wink, receiving an eye roll from Grace. As the pair are about to leave the theater (Hannah had, in typical Hannah fashion, left her phone in the dressing room after rehearsal so they had to come back and get it) they see Chester in the theater lobby. Grace stiffens and retracts her gaze, her face flushing with embarrassed color.

"Shit shit shit." Grace mumbles, stumbling over her own feet in a mad attempt to get away.

"Grace, Hannah!" Chester calls out, rushing over before they have a chance to leave. "Can-can we please talk?" Hannah and Grace stop. Hannah assumes a protective stance beside Grace, wishing she could just whisk Grace away for one damn night and not have it ruined by having to think about everything that's happened.

"What is it Chester?" Hannah asks roughly. She doesn't want to be mean she just knows how much Grace hates this, how much Grace has repressed her feelings about this so life could go on resembling something "normal."

"I-I just wanted to say I'm sorry I didn't realize you two were in the background of my snapchat I just didn't think about before posting it." Chester stutters through. Grace tries to take a deep breath. She's angry as hell and she's upset and frustrated with the situation and she's just plain sad that it came out like this. All these negative emotions had been repressed so deep down and now that they were all coming up at once Grace just wanted to explode.

"Why wouldn't you have looked first?" Grace whispers angrily.

"What?" Chester asks.

"What didn't you watch it first, to make sure nothing was happening?" Grace mutters slightly louder.

"I-" Chester starts, and then stops for a minute. "I don't know I just didn't I guess. I didn't realize I needed to conceal anything."

"I told you not to tell anyone, how did you not realize you should conceal our relationship from thousands of people online?!" Grace says loudly.

"Grace, take a breath. You're a little out of line." Hannah utters. Before Grace can respond to Hannah's attempts at patching things up Chester speaks.

"What the hell is your problem Grace you think I did this on purpose?!" He retaliates. "What's even the big deal with keeping it a secret anyways you shouldn't be ashamed of being gay." Grace feels white hot anger coursing through her body. She takes a shaky breath.

"How fucking dare you." Grace says lowly. "How fucking dare you act like you know anything about questioning your sexuality, or constantly feeling like you're hindering your girlfriend by being in the closet. And how fucking dare you assume I'm a homosexual when I could be any variety of sexualities." Deep down she knows this isn't the time to be politically correct and that he's saying things out of anger, just like she is. But getting that little jab in there was too appealing to pass up.

"Grace let's just go, you're obviously both upset and not thinking straight." Hannah tries to step in as a third party to calm things down. Grace glares at Chester for a few seconds before turning and walking away, Hannah running to catch up.

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A/N- short but drama filled, am I right? I hope you guys enjoyed this, it was hella fun to write. God I love angst!!

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