My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

37|"we need to get away"

| Damien |

I swung open Grayson's door to see Grayson sitting on the edge of his bed with his hands covering his face and Beth looking petrified standing next to wall.

"Is everything okay?" I asked walking in the room.

Grayson's position didn't move, he didn't even tilt his head up to look at me. 

I glanced over at Beth and she had the same terrified look.

I was genuinely concerned as to what's gotten into the both of them.

"Damien... I fucked up," Beth muttered.

I furrowed a brow and only awful thoughts played in my head. 

I shot a look at Grayson again and he was still digging his head inside of his hands, in a shameful manner.  

"What the fuck is wrong?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Damien, I'm just going to be honest. I kissed Grayson," Beth blurted out.

My whole entire heart sank to stomach.

I shook my head, "W-wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight. You kissed Grayson? Or, Grayson kissed you?"

Beth sniffled, "I kissed Grayson."

My eyes widened. Please tell me this isn't happening to me again.

"Beth..." I mumbled.

"I thought he was you!" Beth cried out walking closer to me but I was backing away.

"That's the most bull shit thing I've ever fucking heard in my entire life!" I yelled.

Grayson stood up, "She really did-"

I cut him off, "Shut the fuck up, Grayson! I mean it! Let her talk!" 

Grayson sat back down and obeyed my orders.

"I drank too much and I came up here because I wasn't feeling well. Ask Aaron and Jack if you don't believe me! I was looking for you-"

"You could've called me!" I shouted.

"I could've done a lot of things, but I didn't because I'm stupid!" Beth yelled out.

"Yes you fucking are," I agreed with her.

"Damien... you guys are wearing the same exact costume, I'm tipsy, and Grayson didn't stop me, I thought he was you!" Beth explained.

I looked over at Grayson again, "Your fucking turn to talk, Grayson!"

Grayson stood back up and sighed.

"Why the fuck didn't you stop her?!" I screamed.

Grayson looked down at his feet, avoiding eye contact with me, "I don't know... I'm selfish and was only thinking about myself."

I was on the verge of tears and on the verge of being physical.

"All you guys do is think about yourselves," I murmured.

"Please forget about this... like the whole Ethan thing," Beth pleaded.

My brow furrowed remembering that this isn't her first time pulling something like this.

"I can't keep forgetting about things, Beth. You don't understand how hard this is for me. Right when I build my trust again, you break me back down," I mumbled.

Beth shook her head in distraught knowing what I was going to say.

"I need to forget about you," I whispered.