uneasy (boyxboy)

3 - Scarlett

Please know this chapter is supposed to be a little weird and confusing
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I've never been one to obsess over material possessions too much. For instance, the other day I went shopping with my younger sister Scarlett and all she could talk about was how I needed a "do-over"

"Just buy the fucking shirt" Scarlett whines behind me. I roll my eyes and turn back around to look at her.
"Why do I need new clothes if the ones I have fit fine" I reply half heartedly. I know they're getting too tight, but the thought of spending money on non-important items makes me want to groan.
"Stop being such a penny pincher and treat yourself. Plus your butt looks good in those shorts." Even through everything her personality stays so strong. Scarlett then crosses her arms and gives me 'the look'. It's the kind where you know it's no longer a suggestion. A sigh escapes my mouth and I grab some more clothes, leading us to checkout. I have to admit what I was wearing began to feel like a second skin and made me look like a total douche. Soon after pulling out my credit card to pay the cashier girl looks me over and smirks. Most wouldn't mind because she was very obviously aesthetically pleasing, but she is definitely playing to the wrong field. "Hello? I said $67.35." She states irritation evident in her voice. I guess I must have zoned off. Oh well.

That brings us back to the present, more or less two days later, and I'm still not over what had happened. The situation just confuses me completely.

I haven't seen that boy in ages and he thinks he has the right to play into my emotions like that? Even after how he left us?

I roll my eyes at the PDA around me and drag my feet towards my friends. "Bear!" Sarah squeals as she latches onto me for dear life. "Are you gonna still come over tonight and help me study?" I hear her ask. I know what this meant with all of the other guys she 'studies' with. I deny as respectfully and as best as I could, but my thoughts were completely elsewhere.

If I just avoid him I'll be fine

I shut my eyes tightly for a second then open them giving everyone my 'A-Okay' smile and move on. The conversation slowly drifts towards one of the guys in my group's recent conquests in bed. I don't understand using people like that, but I guess I know someone who does
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Fourth period flies by and before I really knew it I was onto my study hall. My hopes were high and my spirits were low. I just wanted to nap and get work done. To no prevail I feel strong hands lead me towards the opposite direction. After a momentary gasp and panic attack I look over to see none other than Ethan pulling me towards the supply closet. My back thuds against the shelves from his push and my heart beats faster than I could think.

"Take it off" he orders. I can barely see his face from the dim lighting, though from what I can tell he isn't happy.
"What?" I sputter in half disbelief and the other fear.
"The shirt. Take it off." He says as if it was obvious. I look down at my black t-shirt wondering what was wrong with it.
"Why what's wrong. Does it look bad?" I try not to let my tone slip. He groans in frustration.
"No, It's too tight, you can wear my gym shirt" I gulp and flashback to a similar situation we had two years ago.
"You can't just dictate what I wear again." I attempt. My response only seems to anger him. I feel his hand run softly over my arm for a second before I felt the shirt I was wearing being pulled right off of me. Now I know this sounds like something from Twighlight, but I swear it's true.
I felt his piercing gaze over me before he says, "please put it on" I sigh and look up at him for a moment before putting on the baggy gym shirt. He smiles like a smug child and turns to leave. As the handle turns he mocks, "those shorts make your ass look weird" I gawk at his chuckling, retreating figure and then double take at what had really happened. My ass looks fine thank you very much.

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I spent the rest of the day making up lies about why I was wearing a gym shirt. Between Grayson getting irritated at his brother'a return and the fact I think Sarah was mad I canceled our 'study' date, I felt pretty good. Gray sits quietly fuming and, might I say, pouting. I watch the way his hair bounces when he answers someone or the way he delicately runs his fingers through his locks. I notice his slightly lopsided grin and the dimple he gets when he laughs. His five o'clock shadow, the beautiful glint in his eyes. The bell rings bringing his eyes up to me curiously. "What's wrong dude?" He asks. It's little things like that, that remind me he's straight. The way he talks and moves. I look down for a second, letting my smile fall, then stand up pretending nothings detouring my mood.

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The car ride home was long, all I wanted to do was think. The keys clink as I unlock my front door. My first sight is Scarlett laying on the couch. I walk over and crouch so I'm eye level with her. "What's up?" Her eyes meet mine but I can tell she isn't fully there. It must have been one of her treatment days. They all blend together for me by now.
"Did you wear the shirt?" She asks groggily. I nod and smile sadly.
"Of course I did." I feel a twinge in my heart. I promised the surgery would work. I bite back my tears and walk up to my room for some privacy.
"What's with the long face Riley?" Grayson asks while sitting on my bed. I smile sadly and roll my eyes at him.
"How'd you get here?" He smirks and nods his head towards the window across from his.
"Ahh, you really should close your blinds you know. I see everything." I emphasize 'everything' .
"Oh, but then you'd miss the show." He mocks. I blush a little thinking about what I had seen previously. "Anyways, I noticed that?" He pointed at Ethan's shirt, stating it almost as a question.
"Oh yah. Uhm. I lost my shirt so Ethan let me borrow his." I can't even half lie to him. "You lost your shirt?" He asks rhetorically.
"Uh, yah?" I cringe at my unconvincing tone. Judging by the skeptical look on his face I'd assume he didn't believe it, but he also didn't push further. Grayson stands up looks me in the eyes.
"Be careful. Ethan's not the kinda kid you wanna be around." And the just like that he was out the window and back into his room.

Sigh.

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