September Third //G.D

Seventeen

Arabella

I ran away from Grayson, with what was left of my make up running down my face as I held onto my phone.

I ran to the room ignoring the elevator.

I didn't want to risk being seen like this.

I slid off my heels as I ran up four flights of stairs crying as I wiped my black tears from my now stained cheeks.

I quickly slid the room key into the scanner and rushed into the room.

Jealessia and Ethan were drinking a beer in the common room as I stood there bare foot with make up rushing down my face.

"Are you-" Ethan said as I cut him off

"Yea" I said as I sniffled and looked up wiping my under eyes

Jealessia gave Ethan a look giving me the perfect opportunity to run away to my room.

I got in and locked the door, taking extra precaution that nobody could come in.

I ripped off my clothes and put on Grayson's hoodie from back at the villa.

I put my hair up and washed my make up off.

I took a deep breathe and looked into the mirror.

I ran my hands over my hair until I hit the hair tie and threw my arms back down slapping my thighs just a little too hard.

I plopped myself down onto my bed and laid myself out like a star.

Benjo and I used to lay like this on my bed back at home In Cali since it never snowed.

I closed my eyes, reimagining the world me and Benjo had created in our minds.

Snow was falling all around my body, Benjo's little hand in mine.

"Don't eat the snow there's dog pee in it" he told me as he laughed

I turned my head looking at him.

His eyes were closed and his tongue was out

"I thought you weren't supposed to eat it" I said smiling at him

Benjo faded away as an annoying beeping noise woke me.

Matthew had called me several times

I called him back

"Are you okay?" He said immediately

"Yes I am fine, why do you always assume I am not okay?" I said rather rudely

"I assume so because you are unstable, you always run away from your problems and you went back home crying" he said with an angry tone of voice

"Who told you I was crying?" I asked with attitude

"That Grayson guy"

"You don't have to be so rude to him" I said without thinking

"Why do you care how I talk about him"

"I am just saying you don't always have to be so fucking rude" I told him as I irrationally hung up on him

I put my phone on airplane mode and went to bed. I was too tired to deal with Matthew's bullshit right now and being tired and a little tipsy was an equation that would leave me with a bad decision.

I pulled the sheets off my bed and pulled the blanket over my body.

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The next morning a loud bang on the door woke me up