Get it Right.

Part 7

Chapter Twenty: A Fresh Start

Part One: Grace's Perspective.

Jenson left the room in search of Eliza and I stood there, debating on whether to follow him or not. I decided not to because I knew he would bite my head off if he caught me. Take a deep breath. Breathe. Please breathe, Grace. It's not as bad as it seems – you'll be fine. I was working myself into an anxiety attack just over the thought of facing Eliza. I had purposefully not been talking to her as I thought that it would distance her from me and everything that was going on. I know now that wasn't the best thing to do as it could have very well cost me the friendship of my life.

"Everything that's about to happen between us, I deserve it." I said for the final time. I wasn't going to think about it until I actually had the time to talk to Eliza. Whatever happened, I knew it wasn't going to end well.

"You know you pace when you're worked up, right?" Ezra commented from the doorway.

"What are you doing here, Ezra?" I asked without looking up. I was well aware of my pacing. In fact, I know that if I'm not pacing – it's going to be a bad day for everyone.

"Amusement. I've been told that I don't have a sense of humor so I guess I'm searching for it. Gracelynn, it'd be great if you could stop long enough so I could give you something,"

"Besides a headache? No, thank you. And you don't have a sense of humor, not really." But in spite of my response, I stopped and looked at him.

He was actually a really, really attractive man. He was tall, perfect caramel skin, full lips, bright hazel eyes that were set off by a round face that still screamed a sense of innocence, but a nose that told me that it's been broken numerous of times and that alone, told me that he was dangerous.

"Where do you find jeans long enough for you? Actually, how tall are you?" I asked before I could stop myself. My hand flew up to cover my mouth as soon as what I inquired registered. "I'm sorry!" I murmured through my fingers.

"And you've got word vomit when you're nervous. I buy my jeans online and I'm six feet and seven inches tall," He answered. "Can you step outside for a moment?"

I nodded and followed him out into the hallway as I looked him up and down. I wonder how much he weighed as a baby. I thought to myself. "Okay. I know you're sitting down with Eliza to talk and do all of that fun stuff. I know I'm overstepping my boundaries and Jenson's gonna kill me when he finds out but I figured that if you decided to tell her about what Liam was up too, I wanted you to have these. You burned the first copy. This is the last set I have so, I figured I'd give them to their rightful owner." He said as he handed me an envelope.

I didn't have to look inside to know what was inside. "You've met her," I began but his snort cut me off.

"She's quite the character. I see why girls befriend those who are similar. I've got to go do patrol." I watched him turn and walk down the hallway but when he reached the steps, he looked back at me and pinned me with a look I never wanted to be on the receiving end of.

"Don't ever let me catch Liam by himself. He'll be sorry he even exists after I'm done with him,"

"I think you'll have to fight Jenson for that," I murmured. He let go a booming laugh and with that, he took off down the steps and was out of my sight in moments. Sitting back down on the bed I shared with Jenson, I opened up the envelope to look at the photos and search for a reasoning as to not burn this set like I did with the first.