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five.

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"Do you think Grayson what?" His voice booms forcefully.

"Why were you following me?" I ask defensively.

"That's none of your business." He says, staring deeply into me with anger.

"Well if I respect that it's none of my business, you should be able to respect it when I tell you the stuff we were talking about is none of your business either." I state, feeling proud of my sudden confidence towards Grayson.

Ethan looks at me with shock.

"Actually it is my business because it involves me." He argues.

"You know, that's actually super funny," I laugh, "Because you, following me, does have to do with myself as well. But apparently that isn't my business either. Is it?"

"Kylie, stop." Ethan pleads.

"Why? Do you actually let him push you around so much?" I say to him loudly. I'm done with this.

"Kylie." Grayson groans.

I turn to face him again.

"I'm your boss. You're supposed to be nice to me. You're supposed to do what I say. And you're definitely supposed to not talk to Ethan."

"Excuse me? I know that I'm your maid and everything, but I'm my own human being. And I'm not like all the other girls you probably smash and ditch. You know, them worshiping you and all."

"I'm out." Ethan says, zooming past Grayson to avoid any contact.

"I don't do that." He says between his teeth.
Angry are we now?

"Well you sure seem like the asshole to do that." Damn. I've never had the guts to ever be like this.

At college, I'm all about the books. But this place has brought out a new me.

He looks behind him and turns back around, licking his lips in concentration.

He leans in to whisper, "Look, you need to shut up before..." he closes his eyes almost as if he's trying to not do something, "You're just driving me a little bit insane. I don't know if it's bad or good but I can't handle you. I don't know how to explain it without being the ass I can be-"

"You mean the ass you've always been."

He narrows his eyes and furrows his eyebrows, pursing his lips too.

Suddenly, his large hands grip around my waist and pushes my body deep into the couch cushion.

His body hovering over mine made me scared. And it's not like he's doing this sexually.

After opening my eyes, I saw his left hand holding my chest down with his right hand in the air, in a fist formation.

"Grayson..." I say, my voice shaking.

"Bro what're you doing?!" Ethan's voice screams from behind.

Grayson's body was ripped off of mine and pulled down the stairs as he stared at me with pity.

•••

I lay in my bed, covers neatly covering my body.
I was staring at the ceiling and thinking of Grayson. And Ethan. And whether or not I should talk to Cameron.

I didn't feel comfortable here anymore. Or at least as comfortable as I was when I first came here.

I drag my limp body out of the covers and shiver as the cold air meets my skin.