Life of a Star (Greyson Chance FF)

FLASH 26-Sorry, maybe?

 BELLE

I slowly lifted my eyes and stared blankly at the white ceiling. I found myself lying on the bed with white sheets and blanket wearing a hospital gown. A sudden flash of the events which happened last night was the first thing which came across my mind. I still feel weak and my muscles are aching. Right now, I’m only expressing my thoughts.

Suddenly, the door flew open, with the nurse, Monique and Staci.

“She’s awake!”

Monique came to me like a lost puppy; her eyes traced with worry. Of course, she’s the manager. Mom would blame her if something gets wrong with me and also, I belong to her management.

“Are you alright Belle?” She questioned. I still can’t open my jaw but I gave a curt nod as an answer.

 Greyson went in and said, “Hey Belle! I’m just going to apologize---“ I was about to say something too but I was cut off by Monique.

“Apologize my ass. What if something more terrible happened to her than having this slight injury---“

“It’s not slight.” I butted in.

“Oh right.” She turned to face me and continued, “What if something more terrible happened to her than having this injury?”

“I was suppose to get her home by nine.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking innocent than ever.

“Nine again my ass. ‘Twas already 10 when we finished! I’ve waited for four fucking hours!” Monique replied in her sharp, incisive manner. I've never ever seen her like that before since typically, she's always the calm one.

“I didn’t---“

“OR DID YOU JUST SIMPLY HOOKED UP WITH HER LAST NIGHT?” My eyes went wide. Pure silence filled the air. I felt my cheeks turn into a deep shade of red. I was nervous at that time but decided to break the silence since it’s really awkward to talk about.

“Monique, that’s enough.” A nervous chuckle escaped from my lips after saying that.

“Guys, you can go now. I have some private talk to do with Greyson.”

“Are you sure it’s fine?” Staci asked.

“Yes, it’s going to be.” I assured with a smile. Then, they all left except for Greyson. I could easily read his eyes; saying he was half-expecting me to apologize him easily. I plastered a fake smile on my face until the door closed. Then I shot him a death glare.

“You fucking douchebag! Son of a gun! Are you trying to kill me idiot?” I exclaimed, smashing pillows at him one by one.

He moved backwards, trying to catch the pillows but some hit him, “Look, I’m sorry.”

“Say whatever you want.” I rolled my eyes.

“I just wanted to have fun. That’s it. I know I’ve gone so stupid on that freaking day but trust me; I have no intention to kill you or what.” He ran his hands through his hair, looking so frustrated.

“And what if I got killed? What if I didn’t survive?” 

“Wasn’t it you who went to that friggin’ house all by yourself?” He shot back. 

“And wasn’t it you who brought me to that isolated place?" I shot back again.

He went silent for a moment. And with that, I continued smashing pillows to him. He ran out of the room, leaving the door open.

“I’ll treat you tonight for dinner! 7pm sharp! I promise I won’t get you in any trouble!” I heard him yell as his running footsteps slowly faded.