Bad Boy

Chapter 10: Answers

*Reader discretion advised. Blood is mentioned in this chapter so I hope you're not squeamish :)*      

     I've lost everything...

            Well, at least I feel like I did. Both of the guys that I have feelings for hate me, and I shut out my best friend. Fucking fantastic. It really does sicken me to think that people can so easily find happiness. To think that they could take that happiness and hold it so tightly yet so gently as to not destroy it. While I ruin everything I come into contact with. It's been almost 2 weeks and I am tired of crying. I'm tired of moping. I need to fix things.

            I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Greyson's name.     

***TEXT MESSAGE***

Y/N: " Hey, Greyson. It's Y/N. Can we talk?"

Greyson: " Yeah ig. What about?" 

Y/N: " Dallas."

Greyson: " Meet me at CoCo's Cafe in 20 minutes. Don't keep me waiting. "

Y/N: " Okay".

***TEXT MESSAGE OVER***

            I threw my phone down and started getting ready. Putting on my favorite red flannel, my Hollister jeans, throwing on my boots and neatly tying my hair up in a high ponytail. I ran downstairs and bolted past the kitchen in hopes that my mom wouldn't see me. But she did. 

Mom: " Hey honey. I'm happy to see you looking so out of the dumps. Where ya off to?" 

Y/N: " I'm going to CoCo's with a friend." I said quickly as I looked at the clock that indicated that I had 10 minutes remaining. 

Mom: " Okay, be safe". I nodded and I dashed out the door. 

            As I turned the corner, I spotted Greyson outside the Cafe. Leaning up against the wall as he smoked a cigarette. He wore Adidas sneakers that looked like he meticulously cleaned them. His white shirt covered by his black leather jacket matched with the black jeans he wore that were ripped at the knees. Every time he raised the cigarette to his lips, his sleeve would go down, exposing his expensive looking diamond encrusted watch.  I approached him and he lowered his head to look at me. His clear olive skin seemed to glisten in the fading light of the sun and his emerald green eyes were piercing, as if he were trying to see through to my intentions. His loose curls fell over the red bandana he used as a headband.

Greyson: " If you're done staring at me, we should probably go inside". He dropped the cigarette to his feet to step on it. I nodded and followed him inside. We walked over to a booth in the corner of the Cafe and sat down. 

Greyson: " What are ya having?" he asked as he raised his head from his menu.

Y/N: " Oh no it's okay. I'm fin-"

Greyson: " It's all good. I know you want something cuz of the way you're looking at that menu. What are ya having?" he repeated, while continuing to look at his menu.

Y/N: "No, please. It's really okay". The waitress came over with her order pad. Greyson looked up at her and flashed a slight smile. Her eyes fluttered. 

Greyson: " Can I get a black coffee for me and a hot chocolate with marshmallows for the lady over here." She nodded and winked at him before leaving. A minute of silence passed by when Greyson finally spoke.

Greyson: "So you said you wanted to talk about Dallas?" he said, switching his gaze to me.

Y/N: "Oh yeah. Um, I'm assuming that you heard about what happened a couple weeks ago?". He nodded. " Well, when I said what I said... about him not being able to keep a girl... he looked kind off... taken aback or like, shocked maybe?". I looked down at my hands and twiddled my thumbs. 

Greyson: " Well, why the hell would you say that? You don't even know his life, kid" he said, clearly frustrated. 

Y/N: " I know I know and I'm realizing that I shouldn't have said that. I was just soo mad. But I wanted to know if there was anything that happened that would've made him react the way he did."

Greyson: " That's not for me to tell you. You want to find out about Dallas, then you talk to Dallas. Not me." he stated, while sipping his coffee. " All I'm gonna tell you is that he's a good guy who got fucked over too many times." 

Y/N: " I've been wanting to call him. And tell him that I'm sorry... " I lowered my head and my voice faded. Greyson sat back against his seat and stared at me. As if he was studying me like did before. While I was lost in my own mind. I wanted answers. I needed them. 

Greyson: " Look you seem like a nice girl. I think you can fix it. You're smart. ". He gives me a cute smirk, stands up, and reaches his hand out to me. " I can give you a ride home if you want. Its pretty dark out."  I grabbed his hand and allowed him to stand me up. We walked outside to his car where he opened my door for me. "Ladies first" he smiled. But before I could go in, I heard a yell. 

Dallas: " So you want her too??". Dallas yelled from across the parking lot as he began stumbling towards us, he was clearly drunk.

Greyson: " No, you got it all wrong man. We were just talki-". Before he could finish, Dallas punched him square in the face. His nose began pouring blood as if it were a faucet. I stood there frozen by the car as Dallas tackled Greyson to the ground. 

Dallas: " YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!". Dallas rolled over on top of him and repeatedly punched him until his fist and Greyson's' face bled. When he eventually stopped moving, Dallas stood up and pushed me against the car. "YOU FUCKING SLUT!" He screamed as he rammed his fist into the window, breaking the glass. My vision clouded as tears filled my eyes. I could see Greyson move in the corner of my eye. 

Greyson: " D- don't y-yell at her D-Dallas" he managed to get out as he stumbled to his feet. "She tried to get to you j-jackass"

Dallas: "Don't you fucking talk you dick." As he went over to hit him again, Greyson slams him to the ground with the remaining energy he has, hitting Dallas' head on the curb. He immediately stopped moving and he went quiet. I ran over to the two and saw blood coming from Dallas' mouth, ears, and nose. I dropped to my knees and took Greyson's jacket to put under his head. I shook his arm in desperate attempts to wake him up. But he lied there, still and limp. Greyson stumbled before passing out. 

Y/N: " SOMEONE HELP PLEASE!" I yelled to people walking nearby. " Dallas, get up! Please get up".

 I squeezed his hand as tight as I could and he held it slightly before his grip faded into nothing.

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