Gasoline.

Chapter 13: Lighting A Candle

Hi everyone, this chapter was meant to be the birthday chapter however, I thought having a quick filler one would be better. Thanks for reading.

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Chapter 13- Lighting a candle.

Who does she think she is?! I get we're not friends anymore, but who does she think she is? Just kidding, I'm not upset...at least, I think I'm not.

But I hate her.

More than I've ever hated someone.

H-A-T-E, HATE!!

Stupid, annoying, Grayson-kissing, Bitch!
Excuse my language...

You know what annoys me the most?

I didn't come up with the stupid nickname.

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I hear the door shut downstairs, and the footsteps making their way up the stairs...and then a bedroom door shut.

Probably tired from all the perfume chemicals, fair enough.

Not even joking, you can smell that empty-head from a mile away.

Wow, I need to get a drink.

I shut my bedroom door and walk across the landing to the stairs, his door is still shut.

I come back up the stairs with a glass of cool water and Grayson must of heard because he's standing outside his door, facing me. "Hey."

"Shut up, Grayson. I have work to do."

He stops me from getting any closer to my room. "What's your issue? I haven't done anything to you!"

"Those mixed signals you've sent to me have given me my issue! What's your issue, Grayson?"

"What do you mean? I haven't got an issue?"

"Yeah, you freaking do!" We're shouting now, quite loudly...thank goodness mum isn't home yet.

"Tell me what my issue is then!"

"Me! I'm your issue!" I exhale, but then I realise...I'm not the issue, his feelings are.

"Katie, figure out your argument before giving me attitude. This is pathetic."

I step closer to him, glass still in my hand.

"I've figured it out Grayson, I have. I'm going to show you how you treat me."

I step even closer, so his lips are centimetres away from my own. I place my free hand behind his neck and softly press my lips into his own.

We kissed for a bit, I don't know how long, but it was good. Realllyyy good.

It kind of made it hard to do what I had to do next.

I step back and throw the water onto him, watching the droplets fall from his hair, face and damp clothes.

"Katie! What the hell?" He shouts.

"Sorry, my fingers slipped." I shrugged and went into my room. The door closing on a wet Grayson.

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About half an hour into school and I already hear little miss perfect come this way.

"What's your issue with Grayson?" She asks, loud enough to make a scene.

"What could you possibly ever mean, Kelsey?" I ask, batting my eyelids and speaking as innocently as possible.

"Why did you pour your water on him?"

"Why did you pour your milkshake on me?" I reply.

"Because you deserved it." She laughs, not a funny laugh, like one of them disgusted laughs.

"Shame, maybe Gray deserved it as well." I shrug and walk towards my locker.

"You're so pathetic Katie." I roll my eyes and open my blue, metal wall box.

"Okay Kelsey, whatever you say."

"You couldn't have sex with your roommate for two-minutes and you go all crazy!"

I hear footsteps joining us, so Kelsey's high pitched shriek has gotten the attention....

"Sure, say what you want Kelsey, but I don't think I'm paying attention."

"That's why you got abused by Mr. Jackson."

The name she brings up startles me, how did she know about that? I turn around and see Kelsey with a smug look across her face, her arms are crossed and she's staring at me.

"Sorry, want to repeat that?" I glare.

"Yeah, you and Mr Jackson, what a lovely couple that would be." She laughs, a group of girls laugh with her. "Slut."

I turn and slam my locker.
With my books in hand, I look at her and the group behind her.

"I hope Karma slaps you before I get the chance to."

A group of kids are yelling 'fight' and a few others are making suspense noises with their annoying mouths and faces.

I don't give anybody else a reaction.

So, I just walk off.

Hearing Kelsey and her friends yell different profanities and degrading words in my direction.

I'm going to slap her one day....

It'll be the best therapy yet.

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