You, Ethan and Grayson have been neighbours for a couple of years now. Although Ethan annoys the shit out of you, he is able to make your cloudy days disappear. It's almost the end of senior year and the start of a long hot summer, with nights of pa...
I am constantly looking back as I run, my breathing is loud and rapid. I can't think straight and all I want to do is get away. I don't see a sign of him anywhere but I don't care. As I'm running I jolt my head in front of me and run into somebody making me scream but he catches me.
"Get off of me!" I say with rapid breathing.
I struggle out of his grip to realise it's Grayson. Oh shit. My eyes never leave his.
He holds my arm and has his other arm around my waist. He looks terrified and I feel his breath on my face.
"Oh my god, Mia..."
He examines my face. His eyebrows are furrowed but he looks so mad.
"Who the fuck did this to you?!"
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I close my eyes and all I can do is cry. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I'm shit scared and I'm actually relieved.
My hands are covering my face as I feel his grip tighten and he gently holds my face to examine my cheek.
"I... There was..." I sob as I look around with fear.
"Somebody was chasing me, and ... I..." At this point I can't get a word out.
"Oh god..." He whispers.
He softly brushes his thumb over my bruised cheek causing me to jerk my face away.
"Shit, I'm sorry..." He places his other hand softly on my other cheek. We are now face to face. What am I even doing.
I realise how close we both are and I wipe my tears and release from his grip.
"I, Uh, I'm just gonna go inside. I need to stop the bleeding."
I walk back a little and place my hand over my mouth to help control my loud breathing. My knee is so busted from falling that I need to treat it before it gets infected. I see him walk closer to me but I ignore it, I don't think being around him will help. I walk back to my place but feel his hand gently grip my wrist and I turn around.
He looks at me for a little too long.
"Let me help you, I have some stuff that can take care of those lacerations."
I don't say anything and nod my head. Fuck me, I can easily take care of myself but for some reason he's being so, you know, Grayson. A friend and not a douche like before. He opens the door and I close it behind us.
