Fate

It's Not What it Looks Like

GRACE'S POV

Dammit. I didn't want him to see it! Is it that noticeable? I didn't want him to get my sweatshirt. I was gonna get it! I didn't want him to see. That's why I needed to get it.

"Uh..." my hand immediately went to my neck.

James handed me my sweatshirt with his eyebrows furrowed.

"It almost looks like a hickey..." he slowly said with his jaw clenched. "But that couldn't be possible... right? Because I sure as hell didn't do that."

"Okay, now this looks bad. Really bad. But it's not what you think."

"Yes, this looks horrible," he said slow.

"I... I would never cheat on you and I hope you know that. And I didn't! But at the same time this hickey isn't from you," I said taking a breath.

"Do you know how dumb you sound right now?" He said with his arms crossed and he was looking at me with a look that said 'I wasn't born yesterday.'

I was taken aback a bit. He's never called me something like that before. He's only talking out of anger... It's fine. I closed my eyes and shook my head.

"Just listen to me. Remember when you called me that night when I told you someone was trying to steal my purse?" I ask biting my lip.

"Yeah," he said emotionless.

"Well that wasn't exactly what happened..." I said looking down.

"Are you kidding me? I don't wanna hear it Grace. I came here because I missed you and you've been lying to me? What's the point of having a relationship if you can't even be honest?" he just shook his head. He turned around in disappointment but I started talking.

Tears were forming in my eyes but my face stayed rock hard.

"The real story was that the guy was trying to kiss me but I pushed him off," I saw James' fist clench but his back was still to me. "That's who the hickey is from. I didn't wanna tell you so you wouldn't flip out. I didn't want you to be coming here and trying to protect me every chance you got. I didn't want you to feel like you were my bodyguard. I'm sorry if I offended you by not telling you that. I wasn't honest with you and I'm so sorry," I spat out at him.

I just walked past him. I can't believe he would say that. Maybe we shouldn't be together then. If he can't trust me then I don't even know anymore. I went straight to my room and locked the door behind me. It had started to rain outside so I sat on my bed and just stared out the window next to me.

One of the only things that can help me during these moments is music so I popped my earphones in my ears and played the first thing that showed.

The song How To Save A Life came on by The Frey. I fell on my back and just listened, closing my eyes.

I'm pretty sure I dozed off for a few minutes because when my eyes opened again it was in the middle of another song. I heard knocking on my door and I really don't wanna open the door. Especially if it's James. Well maybe it's Bridget...

I slowly walked to the door and put my hand on the doorknob. To me, right now this is like a scary movie. James is the killer that I don't want in my room and Bridget is the cop that will save me. My fate awaits...

I carefully turned the doorknob and opened the door.

"Grace," I heard James' voice say.

Damn. I died.

I closed the door again and went back down on my bed.

Ten seconds later he walked through my door. I forgot to lock it! Great.