Party Animals

Saturday,, Part Two [disaster]

Third Person

There's something about feeling angry that acts as a drug.

When you're angry, your head fills with thoughts that only make the anger stronger, causing the sensible, calm part of you to leave you in the dust. Anger breeds conflict and war, and is easily one of the worst emotions to feel. It makes you vulnerable and reckless, and well, recklessness only leads to disaster.

Well, disaster was in its beginning stages as Grayson and Alex approached the dance floor. The sight of seeing people they couldn't stand wrapped up in girls they had fallen so deeply for was an instant scorch to their already wounded hearts. Alex was already so close to losing all the control he had carefully collected ever since he had started this... thing with Sage. His heart was ridiculously close to shattering behind his rib cage and he forced himself to feel angry instead. Anger was always better than sadness.

Grayson's feet carried right in front of the pair he glared at. Zion saw him first, and he smirked an infuriating smirk that caused Grayson's fist to ball at his sides. Zion was dangerously close to catching the fight of his life.

"You have five seconds to back the fuck up."

The words hadn't come from Grayson, but that didn't stop him from silently agreeing. Sage and Rhea turned around simultaneously, and twin expressions of annoyance clouded their faces.

Usually, Grayson would worry about upsetting Rhea, but the red-hot anger curling in his gut at Zion's hand where his should be prevented him from tiptoeing around shit. He was tired of it. "Move your hand."

Zion scoffed. "And who are you again?"

Grayson took another threatening step forward, eyes narrowed. "Why don't you ask Rhea?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure she could answer the question in great detail."

"Grayson," the girl in question said, glaring up at him. "you need to take several steps back."

"I will as soon as he does."

"Stop acting like I fucking owe you something, Gray. Go away." The words pierced Grayson in a way he hated, wiggling between the veins in his heart. She didn't owe him anything; not sympathy or a dance or the consideration to stay away from other guys. But fuck if it didn't hurt him anyway.

The tension between them could be cut with a fucking butcher knife. Rhea had mustered up a glare so scalding Grayson knew he was pushing it, but still he didn't care.

He looked over at Alex, who was dangerously close to blowing the fuck up on Brandon. The two were face to face, leering at each other, and he knew it was a matter of time before something bad happened.

"Grayson," Elizabeth hissed, "fucking do something."

"Yes please, make yourself useful somewhere else. You aren't needed here." Zion's voice was enough for Grayson to lunge at him, but before he could go anything, Rhea was throwing herself against him.

"Grayson Dolan!" Her voice was like cold water to his internal fire. "Do not do something stupid right now."

Grayson was fuming, and it was worse than he ever had. No matter how fucking hard he tried to calm down, he couldn't. The proximity Zion and Rhea had shared flashed in his head over and over again and he hated it. It wouldn't fucking stop.

"Don't pick a fight you can't win, bud."

Grayson snarled. "I don't start anything I can't finish, Kuwonu. Don't get hurt."

Rhea knew she had to do something, because even though it'd be a fair fight, and even though Grayson was so incredibly in the wrong, she couldn't bring herself to let him start something that would end badly for all of them.