the rooftop / g.d

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REN'S POV

No. No. Fucking hell. I'm going to block whoever called me.

My eyes flutter open and I look at Grayson, who looks as pissed off as me.

I told him everything. Well, almost everything. But oh my god, it felt so good to tell someone, to tell him.

I trust him and he trusts me. We fully opened up to each other.It means a lot to me. He means a lot to me.

He cares about me. No one, apart from my mom, has ever cared about me the way Grayson has.

An time doesn't mean a thing. It doesn't exist. You can say I've only known him for almost three hours, how can I trust him? How can he care? How can we be so open?

My answer. Time doesn't exist. Knowing someone for years and gradually building a relationship of trust doesn't matter. 

What matters is if that person is willing to understand you, trust you, be there for you. Grayson ticks all the boxes.

"I'm sorry." I sigh, pulling out my phone. My blood boils as I see the contact name. Tyler. I forgot he existed to be honest. Being with Grayson has been so healing, I haven't thought about the people that have hurt me. 

Grayson notices who's calling and he stiffens. "Don't answer." He begs.

"He'll keep calling." I say. "It'll be quick." I promise him.

I balance myself as I slide down the ramp and walk far enough so Gray won't hear.

I answer hastily. "What?"

"Baby, I'm sorry." Tyler drawls and I sigh in frustration.

"I don't forgive you." I say bluntly. 

"Rennie, I'll wait for you. I was out of line. It won't happen again." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah no shit."

"But you were being unfair." 

I scoff. He's got to be kidding.

"It's something called consent. You fucking cheater."

"I didn't cheat." He lies.

"Yes you did." I deadpan.

"Okay, I did but I was being dumb. I want you."

I laugh. Like genuinely laugh despite how much I hate this asshole. I'm so fucking relieved I never have to see him again.

"Actions speak louder than words. We're over, Tyler."

"You'll come crawling back to me, you always do."

And I hate myself for it. Every time he was a complete dick to me, I'd forgive him, convinced that he cared about me. Not this time, not a chance in hell.

"I said we're fucking over." I repeat harshly and hang up the phone, relief washes over me.

I'm no longer going to have toxic people in my life. Starting now. I block and delete Tyler's number before sliding my phone into my pocket.

I turn and walk back to Grayson.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, stepping down from the ramp and walking towards me. "Is your ex still a dick?" He adds and I laugh.

"Yes. God, I actually hate him."

"How did you even meet that guy?" He asks in disbelief and I shrug.

"He thought I was a homeless prostitute." I say bluntly and Grayson coughs.

It was after a failed one night stand. I thought I was ready to get it over with. As soon as the random started touching me, I panicked, just like how I did with Tyler and I ran out of the building. I started to cry on the staircase and thats when Tyler came up to me.