Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love An Adventure

Grayson's P.O.V.

Well, that didn't go as planned.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair in frustration. Why am I so stupid?

I stare at the closed door in front of me, debating whether I should knock, walk in, or leave her to cool off a bit.

My brain's a total train wreck of emotions. I feel annoyed that I couldn't say what I meant, guilty for trusting Britney more than her, and a bit... 'Excited' from our previous makeout session.

In all honesty, I have no idea why I kissed her like that. But what I can tell you, is that it was amazing.

It was rough and passionate, and contained all of our feeling mixed as one.

It was fucking intense.

I groan and lean my back against the wall, sliding down defeatedly. My head drops down into my hands, allowing my fingers to tug on my hair at a punishingly rough strength.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Have I hit my head? Or am I just naturally stupid?

Suddenly, the door swings open beside me, and I lift my head with a hopeful look.

Skylar steps out, her face blank of any emotion. She glances at me for a moment, then walks passed me without a word.

I instantly jump to my feet and follow behind her. "Where are you going?"

"Out." She says coldly.

"Okay... And where is 'out?'"

She scoffs, but doesn't turn around or stop walking.

"Why don't you ask Britney? She seems to know everything lately."

I groan in annoyance. To be fair, I completely deserve her attitude right now. But it's still frustrating.

"Would you just talk to me?" I plead.

"Nope, we've talked enough. Besides, I have somewhere to be."

I trot behind her down the stairs, still trying g to get some form of information out of her.

"How do you plan on getting there?"

She grabs her shoes from the entry way and slips them on before crossing her arms over her chest.

"Isaac's picking me up. I'll be back later tonight. Don't bother calling me, I probably won't pick up."

She opens the door without any further explanation, and steps outside. But before slamming the door like I had expected, she turns and gives me on last look.

"I..." She stops herself for a moment and swallows hard. "I love you." She says quietly.

Before I have the chance to reply, she looks away and closes the door. I jog to the window, watching her run out to the motorcycle.

Isaac takes off his helmet to give to her, giving her a confused look. I guess she hasn't explained anything yet.

She just shakes her head and puts on the helmet, accepting his help to get on. He looks to the window blankly.

I know he can't see me, not clearly, anyways. But he knows that I'm here. He knows that I'm standing here, watching the love of my life walk away from me.

He doesn't know what's happening, but he knows it's bad. His blank stare tells me everything he's thinking.

And right now, he's thinking about what I could have possibly done to fuck everything up again.