Heartbeat // Grayson Dolan

10. [really?]

Grayson's POV

"I don't like this," I say to Ethan as we drive home from school.

"Just give her time, Gray."

"But you don't understand! The way she looked at me, I-I could tell something's not right."

"Maybe she's a top, likes to be dominant. That's hot."

"Ethan! I'm being serious," I say slightly laughing.

Teala being dominant? That would be sexy as hell...

"He did something to her, and Teala's hiding it from me. From us. And I'm not willing to keep it that way."

"I suggest you take her advice, before you lose her. You know she's serious."

I sigh and groan, knowing Ethan's right. The dipshit that doesn't know how to pronounce "deceased" is right.

"I know," I groan, looking out the window.

"Now help me! I need to think of an amazing date for tomorrow!"

I scoff. "You-have a date?"

"Yes actually, with Natalie."

-

Teala's POV

"Hey Mama!" I say hugging Mama as she enters the house.

"Hey girl," she says, not really sounding like she enjoyed her welcome back.

"Dang, okay then," I say releasing and walking away.

"T, I'm just kidding! Get back in here," she giggles.

This I already knew, and turned back to her with a smile.

"Why is this damn living room a mess?"

I turn my head to see one pillow out of place. ONE.

"It's just a-"

"Get it fixed," she says before walking into the kitchen.

I blow. My mama makes me do the dumbest shit.

But, I love her.

-

Utterly disgusted. I'm gonna throw up. I'm gonna throw my phone and hopefully it hits someone in the head.

That's how shook I am right now.

Mason and my friend, Taylor, in bed, naked, covered in hickeys.

This picture is fucked up to me for so many reasons.

First, it's only been three weeks since me and Mason broke up. Three. And he's already screwing other people. But not just some other random girl at school, a person that I actually called my damn friend.

And it looks like they don't care at all! It looks like they took this picture to taunt me. To laugh in laugh in my fucking face.

I swipe off of Mason's story, my chest heaving heavily.

I'm angry. Like, really really angry.

Why am I so angry?

My phone buzzes in my hand, seeing Grayson wants to FaceTime.

I wait a few second before answering.

"Hey T!" He says with a cheesy grin through the phone.

I don't think I'll ever understand how his teeth are so perfect: perfectly aligned and just the right shade of white.