Strangers G. D.

4

Olivia's pov
"What? A fan? Are you seriously pretending you don't know me?" I ask, balling up my fists. He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can say anything, I yell,"You're the biggest asshole ever!"
I grab a smoothy from a girls hand, open the lid, and dump it all over his head. Grayson gasped. The smoothy slid down his face. People around laugh at the scene we caused. One person pats my back.
"Oh shit," some guy chuckles.
"C'mon. Olivia," he sighs.
I storm off before Grayson can say anything. Piece of shit. Pretending that he doesn't know me. What a jackass. My shoulder collided with the back of a guys shoulder. I continue walking.
"Hey!" He calls after me.
"Sorry. I'm in a pissy mood," I fake laugh. I walk somewhere around campus. Somehow, I find my way back to the dorms and my car. For a few seconds, I contemplate. Emily or car? Maybe I should tell Emily what happened. But then again, I don't want to... Car.

I drive somewhere even I don't know. Right now, I guess I'm out of campus, because there are way more buildings. I drive straight to a place across the city. The windows on my car are open. A sign tells me that there is a park nearby. Might as well go there. The trees surround the road and park. Cold air sends chills down my spine. I park my car beside the park and head over. The park is almost deserted. There's a kid and her mom, and two boys around my age. I walk over to the swing set and sit. The swing squeaks as I rock back and forth.

How? How can he just pretend that he doesn't know me? Honestly. Why would he? Maybe he hates me that much. I don't know what I did. How am I supposed to know when he's the one who left me? Maybe he's found someone else. Maybe he doesn't want anything to do with me. Maybe he's mad at me.

Before I know it, an article blew towards me on the ground. The school news papers... I pick it up.
Headline: Student is Almost Killed in an Accident!
"Current student, Grayson Dolan, was in a collision on highway 22. Paul Stewart was drunk and driving. Stewart pulled onto the wrong side of the highway, seconds before hitting Dolan. The accident sent both of them to the hospital. Stewart died later in the hospital that night. Dolan had serious injuries, including memory loss, temporary paralyzation, a broken arm and several cuts, bruises and scratches. This recent event has caused fans to go crazy."
I couldn't read anymore. A couple tears slowly glided down my cheek. How? Why Grayson? He didn't deserve this. No. He remembers me. He has to remember me. He loves me. Doesn't he?

I need to talk to him.

I drive towards the main office on campus. Hopefully he lives in one of the dorms.
"Hi, how can I help you?" The desk lady asks.
"Do you have a list of people who live in the dormitories?" I question.
"Yes. Let me take a look," she opens a file cabinet,"Who are you looking for?"
"Grayson Dolan," I answer. She looks through some files, before pulling out one.
"Ahh. Here it is. The men's dormitory, room 207," she says.
"Thank you," I smile.
"Your welcome," she replies. I walk out the door and walk to the men's dorms.

A bunch of guys are running around the halls, laughing and yelling. I walk upstairs and find my way to room 207. I take a deep breath as I knock on the door. My stomach turns and twists into knots. The door swings open and there he stands. We stand there in silence.

"Hey."