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eighty-four

Bailey

I'm packing my things. I'm done, and this time I'm not coming back.

"Bailey..."

I stand up straight. "Grayson, go to hell." I say seriously, continuing what I was doing.

"I didn't mean it."

I roll my eyes. "Oh but you never do, yet you always say it."

"Bailey cmon, let's talk about this."

I turn around. "Grayson Bailey Dolan, its over. There, we talked about it." I fold my arms over my chest.

He frowns. Before he can say anything, I put my hand up.

"Don't. We aren't getting back together."

"Where are you going?" He rubs his face.

"Meredith is letting me move in with her." I turn around and zip up my suitcase. I pick it the two of them up and walk downstairs. I head out the door and shove them into my trunk.

"Bailey!" Ari runs over. "What're you doing?"

"I broke it off with Grayson." I say seriously.

"Bailey-"

"No, I don't-stop. Okay? I don't want to hear about how he didn't mean it. Because he never does, but he always says that he doesn't trust me. Clearly he doesn't. And now? I am done hearing that same thing." I walk inside and grab my last suitcase.

"Bailey, wait." Grayson says.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot." I laugh sarcastically. I rip off the promise ring and throw at him. "Screw yourself, asshole."