Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Thirty Two.Ophelia.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: RY X-Only.

It had been one week.

One week of missed calls, read texts, silence.

I had to tell myself every night that maybe he just wanted time to be alone, time to himself away from everyone else. But why was it so hard for my brain to comprehend that.

I felt like smashing my head against my bed headboard every night like them crazy people do in those thriller movies or Tate Langdon from American Horror Story. Why do they have to make a psycho serial killer so hot.

No amount of laughs around the cafeteria lunch table could take me out of my little bubble of thinking about Grayson. Was he okay, was he eating, was he getting enough sleep? My mind couldn't think of anything else other than his well being.

Like I said before he was my drug, a drug I was highly addicted to and I was having withdrawal symptoms from right now that were too painful to bare. I needed my drug back in my system before it was too hard to breathe.

A soft nudge to my shoulder knocked me out of my little bubble, I quickly blinked taking in my surroundings. Becca, the two blondes and Blake all looked at me with looks of concern, sympathetic smiles etched across their perfectly sculpted faces.

''Hey, are you okay Libby?'' Blake lowly whispered into my ear, his cold breath making me shiver as I hugged my jumper and Grayson's denim jacket which I now took ownership over, closer to my body.

I looked at his face, screaming concern and helplessness. His forehead was creased, his ocean like eyes scanning mine for any sign of weakness. I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard to find that, I felt weak, broken, and helpless.

I wanted to be there by Grayson's side making sure he was okay and that he had a shoulder to lean on. I don't know maybe he was with Rachel, I still didn't know what her relationship was with Gray but I knew it wasn't one for me to be worried over.

I nodded my head at a concerned looking Blake, once again nearly getting lost in my thoughts. He didn't look assured with my nod of the head, he read me deeper than that. I shouldn't be surprised that he had, he was my bestfriend for many many years. And i'd like to think we're rebuilding that friendship one step at a time.

''I was thinking we could all go to Frizzi's today'' Becca spoke up with a small smile, her voice comforting and soft. The two blondes nodded their heads from beside her enthusiastically like those little bobble head things.

I furrowed my brows at the mention of the word 'Frizzi's', I knew I lived in a small town but I hadn't ventured to everywhere yet. If it was an ice cream parlor I would have to pass. I'm not in the 'I want to lick an ice cream cone' mood today. My lack of concentration can easily give that away.

''It's a little diner about three minutes away from school, we go every Friday after school. Blake's treat of course since his Aunt bought the place when he was a kid'' Becca informed me, a smirk on her face.

His Aunt bought the place? If he lived next door to me for years I wouldn't really expect his family being able to afford to buy diners around town. Maybe his aunt married into money, the possibilities are endless.

I sneaked a glance at Blake with curiosity, but once his eyes met mine he quickly looked away pretending to be interested in the the salt shaker Becca had on her tray in front of him. I furrowed my brows but quickly shook it off, i'm sure he isn't hiding anything.

Not anymore.

''They have the best bacon cheese fries'' One of the blondes commented overly excited probably thinking about delving her pretty little mouth into the mountain of carbs.