I haven't been in school for three days, I don't know how to face Grayson. After that kiss in the gym, the amazing kiss, I left school. Grayson tried stopping me but I kept going, Julia tried to calm me down but I was mess.
I slowly walk down the staircase, going straight to the kitchen to look for food but not finding anything that can fulfill my craving. No ice cream, cereal, chocolate, fruit. Nothing. And I just added fruit to the list to make it look like I eat healthy occasionally.
I let a loud groan escape and go upstairs, changing out of my sweats into jeans and a white vneck that's too big on me. I slide a hoodie over my head and brush out my knotted hair. I quickly wipe down my face so I don't look disgusting in public. I slide into my white converse and grab my bag and my keys, double checking to make sure I have money, then going out and driving to the store.
Once I get there, I grab a carriage and go down the aisles that I should get food from. I grab some ice cream, then milk, then any deli meat that I may want and then bread. I continue going down all the aisles but get a lot less since now I'm only shopping for myself.
"You're 17 and whining about not being able to get candy. Put it back, Gray, I told you we have to start eating healthy."
"Mom, Gray and I are fit as fuck." Ethan says and I glance behind me to see Grayson, Ethan, and their mom. I wonder where Cameron is. "And come on, Gray is going through a rough time."
My eyes travel back to Grayson, he's wearing his baggy sweatpants and a hoodie with moccasins on his feet. His hair isn't combed up in the typical quiff he does, his eyes puffy. Then, we make eye contact and I quickly walk away from that aisle and go to the checkout.
After bagging everything, I throw it in the carriage and rush back out to my car. I just put everything in the trunk, the bread is probably crushed but I needed to get out of there. I slam the trunk shut and get back to the drivers seat, starting the car and auto locking the doors.
His eyes were puffy, he was crying. Grayson, the guy who hated me, was crying over me. And I've been crying over him, who I have hated for years.
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I dig my spoon into the Ben and Jerry's ice cream that is sitting on my lap, then take another bite as I watch another episode of Grey's Anatomy.
There's a few knocks at the door and a groan escapes my lips as I lone the door to reveal Grayson, his eyes redder and puffier than they were at the store.
"Please, just talk to me, let me explain."
