September Third //G.D

Three

(Quick note: In case you can't get the song for later on in the chapter for some reason, it's right here.)

Grayson drove us too the nearest house. There was a villa not to far away from the valley. We stayed there. There were back up generators in the basement of the house, so we had TV and music and all basic electrical appliances.

It was fun sharing a villa with someone. I don't know why, and this will sound very selfish, but my life is so much better now that it's just me and Grayson. I'm happy, comfortable, smart and I'm finally living freely. I have no responsibility; nobody needs me to do anything for them. I'm finally living for me. Nobody is here to wreck what I have going, but that doesn't mean I don't cry every night hoping Benjo will come back and hug me one last time.

Grayson and I decided to go back to the valley. I forgot my bag in my van, and there were a few things I wanted to get out of there.

When we arrived Grayson waited in the car.

I approached the car and opened the door located at the middle of the van. As I got in I searched for my bag and found it. My black Jansport, still in the same condition, lying there filled with memories from my past life. I opened it and saw Benjo's teddy. I hugged it, his sent still lingering in the bear's spft brown material. Tears flooded down my cheeks as I remembered Benjo, his curly mop of hair, his big green eyes that could just melt you and his chubby little legs. I wiped my tears. I can't let the past ruin my future. I survived and my family didn't and this is my life now regardless of how much I hate it or pretend to love it.

I placed the bear back in my bag and saw my journals as I was stuffing the bear back in. I picked up the journal and flipped through it. I could tell which entries were pre apocalypse and which were post apocalypse. My pre life went like this "April 9 2016, Today Grayson scored a touchdown and his ugly bitch of a girlfriend ran on the field and made out with him in front of the whole school FML Arabella" But my post apocalyptic journal went like this "Day forty-one. I almost ran out of water, I am now reduced to eating cat food and I haven't spoken to a human in approximately forty-eight days."

After the world ended, relevant things became dumb and irrelevant and things that wouldn't cross my mind once, became all I thought about.

I flipped my Journal to the very last page. It said in capital letters POCKET ON THE BACK OF THE BOOK WITH PICS. The writing was surrounded by hearts and those smiley faces that look like dicks. I opened the patch and flipped through the pictures. There were several family photos and some of me and my best friend, but one particularly caught my eye. It was a boy in a Weston High football jersey. He had a toothy grin and a streak of blonde running through his perfect quiff, this picture was obviously not taken after a game. I examined the face, he looked very familiar. I flipped the picture and saw in cursive Mrs. Grayson Dolan written on the back.

Memories of high school suddenly hit me, I was so focused on my new life with Grayson and finding another person that I completely forgot about being a teenager. I looked at the picture again and realized that Grayson was the guy in the Mrs. Grayson Dolan picture. I shook my head suddenly feeling all the judgement I once felt, old feelings were attacking me.

It made no sense. Out here I wasn't ugly Arabella and he wasn't hot quarter back Grayson. We were "struggling to survive" Grayson and Arabella, and yet I felt this need to be inferior and let him walk all over me again, just like senior year.

(Play Close by Nick Jonas Ft Tove Lo)

I walked back to the car and stomped in. I slammed the door and starred up at the car roof. I felt Grayson's gaze digging into me making the situation worst than it already was. I looked at him, my eyes rushing up and down his body. I crawled over the console and straddled him, destroying the space between us. I was well aware of how unattractive I looked painfully crawling over a console, but I was determined to crush this sense of supremacy Grayson carried around when he was near me. As I straddled him I whipped my hair to the side. I cupped his face, the surprise evident in his face and I kissed him. It took him a minute to process the events, but eventually he did and he kissed me back. I gently tugged on his lower lip and then moved my lips to his neck. He stiffened as my lips made contact just below his earlobe and he lightly moaned. I grinned against his neck knowing I was now in control. I continued to suck under his earlobe and I pulled away moving back to his lips. He bit my lip. He wanted control. I pulled away and put my finger on his lip. I gently grinded on him, feeling his hips bucking up, I was teasing him and he didn't like it.

He wanted Me.

He then grabbed my hips and whispered "babygirl please I need you". I lightly giggled and un-straddled him returning to my seat. He was still sitting staring at the roof of the car. He laughed, a look of shock plastered across his perfectly chiselled face. His jawline defined and highlighted. He was clenching his jaw, out of anger and frustration.

"What's wrong?" I asked grinning. He looked at me and then slammed his back against his seat.

Then he approached my neck. His warm breath sending shivers up my spine as he whispered in my ear "I want you babygirl, and I will have you"

A lump in my throat formed and my tongue dried out. Those words melted me, turned me to a pile of mush. He was about to start the car and leave me there in my seat melted and destroyed by his words, but I wanted to do the stomping, I wanted to leave him wanting more.

And that's when I realized, the world was over, I had nothing to loose at this point.

As he was reaching for the keys I put my hand on his and dragged it away from the ignition. I looked at him and crashed my lips against his. I left his lips for a moment as the reality of the whole situation hit me. I was now on my knees in the seat facing him as he mirrored my pose.

I looked in his eyes for a brief moment fixing my hair and awkwardly smiling not knowing what to do next exactly. Then he looked and me and said "fuck it babygirl" as he cupped my face and continued to kiss me, carless of the consequences of our actions.

A/N

Thanks so much for reading my shitty ass book

And I apologize for any errors

Pls suggest songs for future chapters :))))