Hero // Ethan and Grayson Dolan

chapter 10 ~ exposed

Its been two days since mum was put into hospital. Grayson and I haven't been down to the beach since, although we are thinking about going today.

I sit up in bed and continue to scroll through Twitter, when my phone starts ringing. It's Matt. I slide and answer without hesitation.

"Hey Matt! Whats up?" I say cheerfully. "Why are you calling me at 7am? Is everything okay?"

He laughs. "Everything's fine. I was just wondering when you and Grayson were going to the beach next?"

"I was literally just texting him from the other room! We're were thinking about going there tonight, while Ethan is at the skate park."

"Perfect! Because I have a plan."

My face scrunches up. "Plan?"

"To catch the person who's been taking pictures of you."

"What?! How are we going to do that?"

"Trust me."

And he's gone. 

My mouth drops open, but I'm smiling at the same time. A part of me believes he can actually do this, but the other just doesn't know how the fuck he is going to. How is he supposed to pull this off? And why so suddenly? 

I pull my phone away from my ear and stare at it blankly for a minute. After I snap out of it, I open my iMessage chat with Grayson.

Brooklyn: Matt just called me and said he wants us to go to the beach today so that we can 'catch the person who's been taking the photos'?!?!

Grayson: WHAT?! How!?

Brooklyn: I want to know the answer to that question too! When I asked him, he said 'trust me' and then hung up!

Grayson: Then I guess we better trust him.

...

"Bye Ethan!" I say, as he shuts the door behind him. I listen closely to his footsteps until I can't hear them anymore, then run as fast as I can into Grayson's room. As I open the door I spot him lying on his bed, on his phone. He looks up immediately with a massive toothy smile. 

I love him so much.

He spreads his arms out, still smiling, and I jump onto his bed. I embrace him in a massive hug. "I love you, Gray."

"I love you too. Let's find the person who keeps taking adorable pictures of us at the beach."

I look up at him and raise my eyebrows. He does the same back.

...

As Grayson and I walk down to the beach, I pull my phone out of the back pocket of my white skinny jeans. I call Matt.

"What's the plan?" I say, as he answers the phone.

"The officers and I are in position. Just go down there and do the same as what you would do on a normal day."

"Will do."

This time, I hang up.

"We just gotta act natural." I say to Grayson.

He looks at me as we step onto the beach. The soles of our shoes crunch the grains of sand beneath our feet.

Grayson reaches down and takes off his shoes, holding his pair of sneakers in his outside hand. I do the same with my brown, criss cross leather sandals.

He extends his right hand, and I place my left into it.

Grayson and I are ready to act completely natural. Well ...

I look up at him and smirk, before I drop my shoes and jump onto him, and wrap my legs around his waist suddenly. He reacts well, wrapping his arms around my back as I stroke his face. I make my way to his lips and lean in to kiss them passionately. I feel him drop his sneakers as he kisses me back. His breath smells like mint. 

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" We hear in the distance. But we don't stop.

"DROP THAT PHONE RIGHT NOW." I hear a high-pitched scream and lots of boots stomping around. It sounds like they've caught the person.

Grayson and I don't break the kiss for a second. He drops onto his knees, so we're sitting on the floor. I smile into the kiss, as I bite his bottom lip. Everything is going to be okay. 

"YOU'RE SURROUNDED!" 

Grayson and I suddenly tear away from each other, and peek over at the bushes that line the border of the beach. We see many police officers in a circle, surrounding a skinny figure dressed in black. Grayson and I look at each other. We can't help but crack a smile. 

"They've caught them!" I say to Grayson enthusiastically.

"FINALLY!" Grayson yells, throwing his head back.

We both get up off the ground, and run towards the commotion as fast as we can.

There are about a dozen officers trying to restrain a person wearing all black: hoodie, leggings and sneakers. This person is also wearing a black beanie over their face.

They eventually put this person in handcuffs and hand them over to Matt. Grayson and I watch from the sidelines, hand in hand.

"We need to know who this person is, before the officers take them away." Gray whispers in my ear. I nod in agreement. We desperately need to see who's behind the handcuffs. 

He shouts "Hey!" to try to get their attention.

They turn around immediately, and I pull the mask off their face without hesitation.

No fucking way.

Jordyn.

My feet are glued to the ground. I can't move. How can someone so close to me pull a stunt like this?

"How could you fucking do this to me Brooklyn? You were happy with Ethan and I was with Grayson. You fucking bitch. I never want to see you again!" She yells, crying hysterically, as the officers pull her away from us and towards their car.

... OMG! So it's been Jordyn taking all the photos?! ;) 🤙🏼👑