Complications/ G.D.

Chapter 26

I open the door like a dumbass. It could have been a killer. It's not. It's Grayson. I let him in and we sit on the couch. He sees the bottle of vodka. He looks up at me disappointed.

"Did you drink that?" He says with disappointment in his tone.

"No I didn't"

"Why do you smell like vodka then?"

"Uh I don't know? Why are you so fucking sexy"

"That made no sense. Your drunk" and before I knew it I was making out with him. And then I was on top of him trying to take off his shirt. He pushes me away.

"What the hell?! Why don't you want to fuck me?!" I get mad at him.

"Delaney. Your drunk. Plus it's 1 am I need to get home"

"No I'm not Grayson! Stay here!" I'm getting really mad at him.

"I can't I have to get home!" He's really sexy when he's mad. I can't resist him again. I lean in and kiss him. Then he backs away.

"Let me take you to bed."

"No" I say to him and while taking another few drinks of the vodka. He rips it out of my hands.

"No more!! I'm serious!! Or your going to get sick!" I'm furious.

He takes the bottle of vodka and pours it out into the sink. I run over there and try to get it out of his hands but he's too strong. I start crying and I'm still fighting with him to get that vodka back. He puts the bottle in the garage and it's all gone. I look at him and push him. He stumbles.

"GET THE FUCK OUT GRAYSON" he doesn't say anything. He gets his keys and leaves. I sit down and cry. And now I have a massive headache. So after I get done with my crying fit, I just go to bed.

I wake up and I'm so tired and I have a headache. Damnit. I should have drank a ton of water before I went to bed. And I have to go to school. Great. I put sweatpants and a sweatshirt on. I don't give a shit. I don't do my makeup and I put my hair up into a bun and then put my hood on. It looks like I was punched cause of my eye bags. I get to the bus stop and get on. Everyone's there. I thought they would just drive. I was clearly wrong. I sit down and they all ask me what was wrong. So I told them the story about what happened three years ago and how I just remembered it so clearly last night and how I drank and fought with Grayson. No one really spoke. They just all listened and helped me through it.

All throughout the day I was falling asleep. Even in English. Grayson walks in and I have my hood up leaning on my hands taking a little nap. I hear his footsteps and I open my eyes.

"Grayson?"

"Yea?"

"I'm sorry about last night. I really am."

"I totally get it. Believe me. Are you okay?"

"A bad memory popped into my head. I never told anyone about it. That's why I wanted you to come over."

"Are you ready to talk about it?"

"Yea I think so. It's been a few years but it's still with me. I'll tell you later. Come over after school?"

"Sure. Oh by the way you look cute in sweatpants and a hoodie. I'll give you one of mine to wear" he says and walks away. I just smile and fall back asleep until class starts.