Rude - G.D //EDITING\\

F I F T H T E E N

 When I turn around I'm greeted by Grayson. Oh, love it. He stood before me with a apologetic expression written on his face. Sporting a stanford sweater and black jeans that defined his thighs. As always his hair was styled. 

He's trying to kill me.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

My expression is stern. Talk? "We have nothing to talk about Grayson." I tell him as I open my car door, throwing my bag onto the passenger side. Before I got to plop in and close the door he quickly holds it open and sighs. "Nina please. He have a lot to talk about."

I chuckle heartlessly "Really? What could we possibly talk about? You hurt me." I turn to him and add "I spilled the beans about my past and I get a fake confession in return?"

I scoff and slide my key into the ignition, switching my car on. "Now isn't the right time."

Grayson pushes his hair back and glances down at the ground. "When is?"

"Never."

Maybe I'm being a little too harsh on him? But then again fake confession? C'mon. He shouldn't fuck with that. Let's see what he has to say. My eyes shift to his lips. Looking sweet and plump as always.

I cross my arms over my chest and leaned comfortably against my leather seat. "Tick Tock."

Grayson didn't waste a second to tell me. Instantly he looks at me. Poor thing. Usually he looked all tough now he looks like a vulnerable kitten. "I didn't want you to be caught in my mess. Like you were today with Emily."

I grit my teeth at the mention of her name. She can suck a parrots dick for all I care. "That's it?" I ask. Grayson parts his lips to speak again but I hold my hand up, motioning him to shut up.

"Theres a reason why I like you Grayson." He's dead silent as I continue. "You're..You're fucking unique. It's not your looks that makes you so damn special. Its your personality. Everything about you just somehow makes my heart flutter."

"Besides the fact your'e an asshole here and there. But I told you about my fucked up past and you wanna know why? Because I was comfortable. You make me feel safe when i'm around you." I rub my temples. "I just can't seem to get my brain to understand why smoking weed or choking up coke helps keeping your temper flat."

Grayson is staring down at me with his soft gaze a smile creeping up as though he was happy about how I felt about him. But I need to know. I want to know his secret. "You're hiding something from me. You need to open up to me. just like I've done with you."

Grayson averts his eyes, chewing on his lip as he debates on whether he should open up or not. "Just, get in." I tell him. And quickly he hops into the passenger side.



When I get home we quickly walked upstairs to my room. I drop my bag next to my door walked over to my window, sitting on the sill while he sat on my bed. Silence fell upon us. But I meet his hazel eyes and ask. "Why do you do it?"

"To distract myself."

"From what?"

Grayson furrows his eyebrows, his eyes sharp. "It makes thing easier. "Makes what easier?" Quickly he grits his teeth and balls his hands into fists, the veins straining from the pressure. Maybe I should slow down a bit.

"49ers or Chargers?" He was confused. "What kind of question is that?" I keep my lips sealed, waiting for him answer. "49ers." My lips part. "I saw a photo at your house, with you and Ethan." I tell him. "And..your dad. If you're a fan of them how come you didn't look like you were having fun?"

Grayson looks away. "I was supposed to take that down." I sigh. "Grayson just answer the question." He gets up, wanting to escape from all of these questions. "Sit with me." He makes his way over to me and sits across. "What happened that day?"

Silence fills the atmosphere. His jaw clenches. I need him to trust me.

I try to draw his eyes to mine but he gives me a quick glance then stares outside. "You can trust me." I whisper. Grayson closes his eyes for moment and then finally says. "My dad is an asshole."

"I told everyone he was in for grand theft auto. But really?" He pauses and his jaw tightens. "He's in jail for child abuse." Chills shoots up my spine when those words slip out. My heart aches. "You?" I ask with a hushed voice.

"Just me" I didnt know what to say. "No one knew because i'm not up for pity. Pity is for pussies and I didn't want to look weak. But all I ever was is weak." He admits and I protest. "Grayson you weren't weak. You were a kid."

He shakes his head and presses his back against the wall. "I never understood what I did wrong. All I ever did was make sure I impressed him." I stare him, listening to him as his eyes study the carpet beneath our feet. "The beating happened often when his dumb company went to shit. Employees were all quitting and it stressed him out. And he took it out on me once a week to every single night."

"For four years." he adds, quietly. Grayson leans his head back against the wall. "Mom was oblivious since she was so busy with work. But she blames herself for it now. She used to ask me about the bruises or cuts and I made up excuses each time."

Busted his face while playing football. His wrist. breaking after he fell down the stairs. His did broke his wrist a few times in one year. It was a horrible feeling. Knowing someone like him had to go through this shit as a little kid. He deserves better. "I was so fucking scared of him." He admits with a harsh tone and cold expression.

//edited 7 / 05 / 20

//thoughts?