Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Five.I wasn't going down without a fight.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: Ella Henderson-Beautifully Unfinished. 

It had been a week. A whole week without Grayson beside me making me laugh over the most stupidest of things.I had missed his laugh so loud where his glasses kept falling off, I had also missed Blake, I haven't spoken to him either since our very awkward quiet drive home to my house after he just sprung his feelings onto me, hitting me like a brick.

I had been avoiding the both of them, more so Grayson than Blake. I think the whole school noticed there was a change in me by the way they would smile at me like a little kid like we were in some preppy high school movie.

The girls also noticed and were wondering what was going on between me and the two guys but I was thankful they stopped questioning me when they noticed I didn't want to talk about it with Blake literally sitting right in front of me at the lunch table.

And so they texted me every night at literally 1 am or half 3 sometimes asking if I was okay and if I want to talk they're there for me. Those girls might look anything but nice but they all have a heart of gold and I guess Blake does too but things between have just become awkward now since he's confessed his literal undying love for me.

How do I respond to that?

That was the question on my mind as I slammed my locker shut since it's jammed from the countless amount of useless books I have in there.

I wasn't one bit surprised when Grayson was soon revealed as soon as the locker finally shut.

This was normal, every morning and before I left he would meet me at the lockers like he usually did and try talk to me. But I've become stubborn and not going to give in that easily. No matter how much I wanted to, I just couldn't. And you can thank the devil himself Hunter Jones for the trust issues I acquired after we 'split'.

After I saved myself would be a better way to word it.

Grayson had dark bags under his emerald green eyes that I've deeply missed, making my heart swell with regret. His almond skin was now more of the shade of milk than anything else. He looked as terrible as his hot self could possibly look which still wasn't the one bit ugly.

But knowing that I was the cause of him not looking like himself was making me the ugliest person imaginably.

''Lib, please just talk to me'' He groaned, sounding like he was in pain which wasn't helping my stubbornness at all.

''Care to tell me what you and Olivia were discussing then?'' I spoke out, my words harsh making him flinch.

He let out a small sigh almost like a cry for help, ''You know I can't''.

I rolled my eyes, ''It's not a matter of you not being able to Gray, it's the fact that you don't want to tell me. You could tell me if you wanted to, but you won't. So don't come to me expecting me to speak to you when you were the one to speak to Satan's lover behind my back, while I was the one worrying over you''.

My words were truthful, but much harsher than I had wanted them to be. The look Grayson's eyes were giving me in this very moment screamed out desperation and yet there was a hint of anger behind those green auras I love deeply.

A gust of wind made my hair fall over my shoulder, a familiar smell of open 24 hours Olivia rushed past me but disappeared as soon as it arrived. 

He sighed again, but this time it wasn't a cry for a help. It was more of the sigh you do when you've ton of homework and after doing it for three hours you just give up and don't continue to complete it.