Giddy ~ GD

Chapter 9 - Sprawl

"Thanks so much," Grayson said, handing the waiter the cash.

We barely talked after the meet-up with the fans, because clearly, I was rubbing off some fumes towards Grayson.

We got up from our booth, heading over toward his car, hands not being held together. I wanted to cry, I was so jealous and now Grayson probably hates me and doesn't want anything to do with me. I know I was being that girl that overreacted, but every part of my wanted to collapse and break. I was weak, and I couldn't hold it back.

Grayson is my weakness.

"Grayson?" I cry, a crack in my throat, the tears emerging.

"Yes?" He replies.

"I'm sorry if I acted jealously or anything, I'm just-" I stutter, struggling to admit that I don't like the fans.

I take that back. I do, I really do, they're what keep the twins going. But seeing them hug and compliment Grayson made me want to tear them apart.

I was dangerous. I don't know what I could do to the fandom. I could say something that I didn't mean to say, and ruin their hearts.

Jealously was a thing that overpowered me. I was always a jealous girl, from birth. I needed to change.

"I'm not used to it, Grayson." I break out, barely being able to say my failure. "I'm not used to going out and being interrupted with girls hugging my date."

He sighs, looks at me, and stops moving. I turn towards him, tears filling my eyes as I realize he's going to say that I don't need you, the fans are more important.

"I'm sorry about that, Jenna." He surprises me. "I didn't know that's how you felt. But I really can't control that."

I was so relieved that he didn't end things for us. I wanted so much more than a date and a break.

"I know you can't, Grayson. I'm sorry I'm feeling this way, but I'll get used to it."

He beams, grabbing my hand and walking towards the car.

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I look out the window, removing the rudeness of me for asking Grayson to cut off his fans. I already apologized to him several times, and he didn't seem to care of even realize that I was intending for him to cut them off. It wasn't even possible to do that, how dare I even think it. I looked over at Grayson, who was deep on the road, constantly looking in the mirror for cars behind him, seeming to be more cautious than usual.

Every part of him made me want more, I wanted more of him every day. It was such a crazy and brutal thing to think to myself, but I couldn't help myself. He made me want to be a better person, to focus on the great things in life, to always bring people up. I just wanted to be happy every time I touched him or thought of him. Happy I was.

"We're here," Grayson said, taking the keys out of the ignition. "Venice Canals."

I have heard of the canals in California, as they seemed to amaze me. They were cute and comforting, being surrounded by houses and water. Bridges overlapped the rows of water, accessing people to cross side-to-side.

It felt as if I were to be in a different place here. It felt as if it were only you.

I stumbled out of the car, falling yet again. This time, I didn't recover from the fall. I landed right on my face, feeling the hot cement burn into the cuts.