MACON'S POV
the next day at school, i couldn't find ethan anywhere.
i stayed up all night, thinking about him like what he could've been doing or if he was okay. i called him what must've been 100 times and he never answered.
luckily, i was able to find grayson, who hadn't yet known anything about what happened between ethan and i just a few hours before.
"hey mac." grayson smiles as i approach him at his locker. looking at his genuine smile as he greeted me caused my whole entire body to fill with guilt.
"hey gray." i mutter, "listen i, i need to talk to you about something." i squeak, my eyes landing on his.
he looked taken aback, "uh, okay? do we have to do it here though?" without waiting for an answer he took my hand in his and led me down the short hallway, and out one of the glass doors.
as soon as we stepped out, he took my face in his hands and made an effort to kiss me, but i turned my head away and muttered a 'wait' before anything could happen.
he pulled away from me, looking beyond confused as he looked into my eyes, his eyebrows furrowed.
"what's wrong?" he asks, his voice laced with concern, "do i smell bad?" he lifts his shirt up and brings it to his face, smelling himself.
i giggle at him and shake my head, my smile quickly falling as i thought of ways to say these next few words to him.
"it's just uh." i pause, looking over his features one more time, "i really like you, that's all." i say. i regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth, and guilt courses through my veins as i watch a smile appear on his face.
i like ethan, not him.
i mentally face palm myself as i stare at grayson.
"well that's good mac, you kinda scared me." he chuckles, looking down to me and brushing a piece of hair out of my face.
i cringe at the contact but force myself to shoot him a smile, "where's ethan?" i ask, wanting to take the attention off of myself.
grayson looked surprised but shook it off quickly, "he wasn't feeling very good today, but it's what he gets for doing what he did last night." grayson replies, playing with the hem of my backpack.
"what'd he do?" i ask, concern for ethan taking over my thoughts as my heart beat began to pick up, my stomach twisting in knots at the thought of him not being okay.
"he got piss drunk. at 6 in the afternoon." grayson says, "but enough about him."
that's when i realized, that the only reason ethan came over, was because he was drunk. not because he actually missed me or actually wanted to, and it stung a little, knowing he only came over to see me because he wasn't in his right state of mind.
but i shook it off as i turned my attention back to grayson.
"yeah enough about him, when am i coming over today?" i ask, referring to the spanish project we had been procrastinating on.
"whenever you want." he smiles, taking my hand in his, and turning back to the door. he opens it and walks inside, me trailing slowly behind, thinking of nothing but ethan as we roamed through the hallways.
did that kiss mean nothing to him?
because it meant everything to me.
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i know you're probably mad at macon, but don't be, it'll all work itself out. and i know you're probably mad at me because this is so short, but next chapter will be a better one! :)
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