What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Seventeen || Blame Her

His sarcasm astounds me, although I can't really blame him for it. Clearly, this entire evening has been a dramatic event. Honestly, I wish that they could just figure this out already. It's starting to become tiring cycle.

They fight. They make up. They are okay for a while, but then, they fight again.

It's just so vicious.

Of course, it's not much of my business, but Grayson makes it my business, so now I'm involved, but it's not like I can actually fix anything, it's their relationship and they are the ones who have the power to fix it, not me or anyone else.

I look at Grayson and sit down on the opposing side of James on the couch.

"You should just talk to her," I tell him quietly.

Grayson turns his head to look at him and laughs dryly at me. "Don't you think I haven't tried that yet?"

"I know, but—"

"I don't think you understand how hard I am trying to get her to listen to me, Vena," he sits up. "Of course, it's not like she's actually going to listen because what I did was terrible and I wouldn't blame her if she dumped me," Grayson explains.

Silence surrounds the room.

"Who do you blame for all this?" I ask him.

He doesn't say anything for a while. "Y'know, I know that the right answer is myself, but I don't think that's all."

I look at Ryder and he leans forward in his seat, his blank expression hardening into a glare. "Then, who the fuck's fault is it, Grayson?" Ryder snaps at him.

He doesn't say anything, no one does.

"Because, if you are saying what I think you're saying, then I swear to God, Grayson, I will fuck you up right here, right now," he rises to his feet.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Ryder, sit the fuck down," James tells him.

Ryder rolls his eyes and sits back down.

"Is that true?" James asks in a more hushed tone, probably thinking that Ryder can't hear him when he's literally sitting in the chair next to us.

Grayson makes eye contact with the floor.

"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!" Ryder yells, rising back up his feet.

Grayson whips his head up so fast that you would think that he gave himself whiplash. "OKAY, YES, THAT'S WHAT I FUCKING THINK!"

Ryder takes two steps towards him before I stand up and hold him back. He didn't push me, mostly because he knows that he would get an earful from James.

"Stop it both of you!" I shout at them. "Ryder, go get a glass of water out of the kitchen," I tell him.

He nods and leaves the room with weight in his steps.

"Don't fucking egg him on, Grayson, it's suicide," James mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I can't bloody well help it, he wanted an answer, so I gave it to him."

I scoff loudly, "Lie, you fucking idiot," I finally snap at him.

Grayson dips his head back down in between his knees.

The room went silent again until Ryder came back with the water and set it down on the coffee table in front of me.

I shake my head, "No, it's for you. Drink it," I tell him.

He takes the glass and chugs the water back.

As he sets the glass down loudly, I know that he's going to start in on Grayson again.