Gasoline.

Chapter 9: The First Match

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Chapter 9- The First Match

"Grayson, I need for you to listen to me." I say with panic.

"Woah, okay this sounds serious." He looks at me with concern. "Let's go to my room."

We make our way upstairs and we sit on his bed, shutting the door first.

"What I'm about to tell you is serious." I sigh.

"It's okay Katie, I'm here to listen." He reassures me with a hand squeeze and I gain the confidence to start talking. I explain the whole story, from the first maths lesson, to me skipping all the detentions to the last minute of that day where I got hit by the car. Grayson doesn't say anything, he just sits there, looking past me.

"Grayson?"

He walks out of the room, downstairs. I hear the kitchen tap turn on and a glass is being filled up with water. He fills up another glass. He's making his way upstairs and the bedroom door opens. He sits on the bed and hands me a glass. He drinks his before speaking again.

"That connard."

"Language!"

"French, darling."

"Yeah, I sort of got that, you only ever swear in french or spanish." I sigh with an eye roll.

"What have you done about it?"

"Grayson, you do realise I've been in a damn coma for the last three weeks!"

"Still, you had plenty of time to make a plan for after the coma." He shrugs.

"What exactly are we talking about right now?" I ask, confusion plastered on my face.

"You're either talking about my swearing or you're talking about the incident."

"Is neither an option?" I smile, whilst keeping eye contact.

"No. Katie, what do you want to do about this?"

"If I fight back, it'll only get worse. However, if I just sit and let it happen, it'll also get worse. Ugh, Grayson, what do I do?"

He sits on the bed in silence. We both think. I look at the alarm clock by the bedside and watch each minute pass.

"We plant a camera in the room. Hidden, but there."
He lifts his head to look at me in my eyes, panic spread across my entire face.

"What if he checks the area it's in and finds it? What if he doesn't attack me that lesson? What if-" I'm cut off by a pair of lips touching mine. Great, I'm now in even more shock. He pulls away, although more doesn't seem like a bad idea...

"Sorry, but I just had to shut you up." He shrugs.

Like I've said before, feelings suck.

"So, Katherin, are you comfortable with the idea?" He asks, looking me directly in my eyes. Grayson means business, and I can tell that a lots about to go down. So, I nod and he smiles at me whilst putting a hand on my cheek.

"We're gonna get you through this." He says soothingly, before kissing me and walking out of the room and downstairs.

I sit there, facing a wall of the bedroom, my heart going a thousand miles per hour.
That's twice, no, Katie! Twice in about thirty minutes!!
I calm down and realise I'm still sitting on his bed.

"Probably a good idea to leave." I say a loud. As I leave the room, my phone goes off.

Unknown Number:

Oh Katherin, you've gotten me in a lot of problems. It's a shame, I was starting to like you. Watch out, I'm not taking it easy on you anymore.

Xxx - Your favourite person.

Seeing that message makes my heart stop beating for at least ten seconds. What do they mean by 'Watch out' or 'Taking it easy'? Who could I get into a lot of problems?

That's when I think of the name.

Mr. Jackson.

Let the first match begin.

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