Slightly Destroyed

chapter 15.

(edited)

Being an earlier bird I had decided to go downstairs and start breakfast, as I make my way downstairs I can hear noises coming from the kitchen. That's weird someone is awake before me.

Walking around the arch of the doorway for the kitchen I see Ashton, flipping a pancake, I cross my arms over my chest.

"Didn't know you were an earlier bird" he turns to face me, giving me a smile as I walk towards him.

"And you can cook, wow" I muse and he laughs.

"You could help you know" I laugh nodding my head.

I grab the blender and some apple juice, and fruit.

I begin to chop some up "so is every football player early risers or just you?" I question Ashton.

"Everyone's an early riser, but most of them took advantage of your fathers and brothers gym downstairs, or they went running. I woke up a bit later then everyone else so" he says, I nod just as the basement door opens.

Some of the team comes in joking and smiling around,some are complaining that their starving. I notice Grayson among the group, I smile at him which he greatly smiles back. Us being nice each other was new for me, and odd.

A place at least ten smoothies on a tray and make my way to the crowded kitchen table, placing the tray in front of the boys. They go crazy.

I laugh, leaning against Grayson's chair.

"How was your workout?" I question him, he gives me a thumbs up as he chugs down the smoothie.

Grayson and I started our own conversation until we noticed the kitchen became quiet.I look around the table.

"What happened last night at the pier, that made you two uhh so close?" Kyle questions, I shrug. I'd honestly like to know too.

"You boys are pigs, I'm gonna have to make more for the girls" I sigh holding in a giggle.

I was about to take the tray back to the sink until Grayson beat me to it "I'll help"

I furrow my brows in shock as he takes the tray from me.

"Alright" I mumble I quickly follow him into the kitchen area.

He places the tray by the sink. I turn him around a little. I place the back of my hand on his forehead.

"Grayson you feeling okay?" I question, he waves me off before turning back to the sink.

I look back at his team, and half of them shrug.

I notice he had bags under his eyes. I put my hand back to his forehead.

"Grayson?"

He drops the cups he was holding "okay fine, ever since I got sacked the other day. I've been kind of off"

"You were feeling sick last night?" I question he nods.

I slap him on the upper arm "you jerk! You know how many rides we rode, you could've thrown up on me" I exclaim, hitting him again. He laughs.

"I'm fine seriously Becca"

"Someone take him back to his room" I tell the team, Brian gets up dragging him out of the kitchen.

Whilst struggling to get out of Brian's grasp he turns to me, a face with no emotion and somewhat disgust.

It's not like I've never seen before.