no control | dolan twins

seven

Grayson quickly rises to his feet, never taking his eyes off of me. I don't even know how to react. His body is a lot more muscular that I thought it was. He steps closer, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "What are you doing in here?"

"I don't know." I lowly stammer. If I'm being honest, I didn't know. "I just heard you playing."

"That doesn't give you the right to eavesdrop, which you seem to be good at." He scoffs at me.

I straighten my posture as I take a step closer to him. "Stop doing that." I fire.

"Doing what?" His tone of voice is serious.

"Judging me, stop acting like you know everything about me."

His mouth lets out a deep laugh. "I've met plenty of girls like you, princess."

"Exactly, girls like me. But they aren't me." I can feel my stomach turning. "And why do you call me princess? I'm far from one."

He stares at me for a moment, taking my question in. "Because I do, you don't need to question it."

"Give me a real answer." I demand.

"Why does one simple word bother you so much?" He tilts his head to the side with a smirk.

"Cause it's annoying, just like you." I protest.

He steps even closer to me, which causes me to stumble backwards. I am suddenly leaning against the wall next to his bed. My heart is pounding at the sight of him in front of me.

"I doubt you think I'm annoying." His voice is cocky as he keeps his eyes steadily on mine.

"Not only do I think you're annoying, but you're also a first rate jackass." I have never met a person who gets me so angry before.

"But you love it," he continues to challenge me, "why else would you be standing in my bedroom right now?"

"What are you trying to say?" I roll my eyes at him, "you think I have some sort of interest in you?" I let out an obnoxious laugh. "I would never be interested in someone who is rude, disgusting, and covers their body with tattoos and piercings."

His smirk quickly fades away as he shakes his head. "Wow, what a typical princess thing to say."

"What?" I ask, slightly confused.

"You think because of my appearance I'm in some sort of gang, drive a motorcycle, and walk around wearing leather jackets, don't you?"

"No." I quickly speak. "I just know you're a bad guy."

He takes a few steps back from me, allowing me to finally catch my breath.

"Now who's the one judging?" He sharply replies with a harsh attitude.

"Taylor?" I suddenly hear Ethan call from downstairs.

I stand there staring at Grayson, confused by what he is even saying. I give him one last glare before quickly exiting his bedroom and running down the stairs. I find Ethan looking around the kitchen, wearing a black button up shirt and dark jeans.

"You look really handsome." I slightly giggle as he turns around to look at me.

"Thanks, I tried my best." He stares down at his appearance with a smile. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go." I urgently motion toward the front door.

With a nod, he walks over to it and steps outside. As I am shutting the door behind me, I see Grayson standing at the top of the steps. He's looking directly at me with his right hand leaning against the wall. I break away from his stare and step outside into Ethan's car.