What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Six || Little Do You Know

I look at James and I'm pretty sure that he has the same expression as me, or I guess reaction.

As for Clair, well, she's stunned and I can see why. It's impossible that Grant could possibly be going to a school like Stanford. It just doesn't make any sense. None at all.

Although, she should have known considering she goes to that school...

"What the fuck, Grant?" I hear Leah utter the words from some place in the room.

Grant shrugs his shoulders, "Who cares? Let's just carry on." I wonder if he actually knows what he confessed.

I shake my head, "Uh, yeah. Go, Grant," I urge him to carry on.

Grant went on and my mind is flooded with so many questions. I mean, how is is possible for him to be going to a school like that? I don't mean to call him stupid, but he really is, or has at least acted like it for long enough for people to believe it.

Although Clair's position in his life sure does make more sense. She goes to Stanford; he goes to Stanford. I guess he isn't actually going to Stanford. He's doing the schooling here, but is actually going to that school. I've heard of this before, where students can be exchange students in another school. I just have never heard of it for the entire duration of education.

I guess it's just hard to believe that Grant is actually smart, well more than smart, above average, like Clair. It just seems a bit too crazy to be true.

I look at James and his expression tells me that he is still speechless. I would be too if one of my best friend lied to me for so long.

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The game went on for a long time after that. Then people started leaving and falling asleep, but I can't and neither can James.

We would go home, but James and I have drunken enough to not be able to drive, so I guess we won't be going anywhere tonight.

We moved from downstairs back up to the living room. Now, right now is the best time of these parties. The time where someone turns down the music so we can hear each other. Where we can sit on the couches and talk with a drink in our hand. Where we can relax after a long night.

The Truth or Dare was filled with people taking off their clothes, people kissing each other, secrets revealed... Y'know, the usual.

I look at James and I watch as he talks to Ryder, a smile on his face. I don't listen to them, no, I am too concentrated on James to do that. He's crazy if he thinks that he has any competition.

"Vena? Buddy? Is anyone in there?"

I shake my head a little bit and look in the direction of where the voice came from. Oh, Grayson.

"Yes?"

"I asked if you are ready for classes to start again," he apparently repeats himself.

I nod, "Oh, yeah. I think it will go alright."

He smiles. "Good."

Y'know, part of me thought that his question could possibly be some sort of way of him asking if I am okay, but maybe that's just me.

I smile back at him. My eyes drift down to his girlfriend who is sleeping on his chest. I smile. My God, I am so happy he found someone. I just wish he didn't have to fuçk it up so badly.

Grant and Clair went upstairs doing God knows what. On the bright side, I don't think he drank enough to make any bad decision, if you know what I mean...