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21.

A/N: I readded an old story of mine called How We Used To Be, so go check it out. This has both POVs in it.

:griffin:

"What was that about?" My mom asks as I get into her car, her eyes glued to Austin.

"It's nothing, can we just go home?" I huff out, rolling my eyes when she waves at Austin "Mom" I yell, and she jumps.

"Calm down right now, young lady" She scolds.

"Take me home!" I grit and she shakes her head in disappointment before backing out of her parking space and driving me home. When we park in the driveway I storm up to my room, slamming the door behind me. I flop down onto my bed with a loud huff, my eyes beginning to burn. If I could explain in one word how I'm feeling, I probably couldn't. I was in pain, but also relieved.

It was the worst situation to feel like everything is bittersweet. It was bitter because I knew we were both hurt from this. Though I don't know exactly how he's feeling, it can't possibly be good because his face tells all. I can tell he's hurt, but he sure as hell seems fine with Lacey around. Now to the sweet side, I don't have to worry about history repeating itself. Of he ever decides to come back then I know Austin won't get hurt. He'll be safe, and away from me.

Just like how it should be.

"Hey Buttercup" Dean walks in, sitting down on my bed "I brought you some chocolate and a smoothie" He sits the down on the bedside table. I sigh quietly, internally cringing at the thought of having to drink a smoothie. Personally I don't like them very much, the consistency of it is just unnatural. It's too watery for my liking which is why I like milkshakes more.

"What kind of chocolate?"

"The one with the cherries inside" He answers "I thought you'd like them"

"Yeah, sure" I shrug "But uh, I'm pretty busy at the moment and I have some things I need to do" I get up from my bed "So, I can't really talk right now" I leave my room, walking down the street. The sun was long gone by now, the street only being lit up by street lamps and the annoying house at the end of my street that's having a party.

I know I shouldn't go towards it, because it's the high school party and I'm completely positive that Austin is there. But nonetheless I keep walking, because for some reason I apparently like to torture myself. I pull my hood up over my head and stuff my hands into the pocket, keeping my head low as I pass the house. I look over to it out of the corner of my eye, seeing people already passed out in the yard and Austin walking out of the front door with his bitch hanging on his arm.

He looks at me and we lock eyes for a moment before I look away, speeding up my steps. I hear footsteps running after me and soon a hand grabs my wrist and I try to break it free as it feels like it's on fire "Let me go" I growl.

"Griffin, stop" Austin says.

"Let my wrist go Austin" I say through gritted teeth. He removes his hand and raises his hands in defense before stuffing them into his pockets "What do you want?"

"Just wanted to know why you're stalking me not even 12 hours after telling me you never want to see me again"

"I wouldn't stalk you even if you were my celebrity crush" I roll my eyes "I live right down the street and wanted to take a walk" I mumble.

"Who is your celebrity crush?" He asks, tilting his head to the side.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Just because" He shrugs "Who is it?"

"I don't know, probably Cole Sprouse"

"Good to know" He nods "Now what were you doing down here?"