cold | e.d

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I sat on the end of his bed, my legs crossed. I was still sniffling, my tears dried after what he said to me outside. He was pacing back and forth, thinking for an hour now. I had heard movements around the house, I was pretty sure everyone was up and doing things.

"Stop pacing." I begged, standing up and grabbing him. He lashed out, picking me up and pushing me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his torso.

"Fuck you're hot." I breathed out, loving his strength. It was so weird that he was only 16, yet could dominate me like that.

I could tell he wanted to make out with me, but managed to put me down, pacing again.

"I don't see why you're pacing anyway!" I threw out, walking towards his path slowly. I took hold of his wrist, but he had enough this time.

"Kendra. I'm trying my hardest not to show my emotions right now, because so much is going on in my head that I'm not fucking used to!" He yelled out, yanking my hand off of him.

"Just tell me what you're feeling." I mumbled, not wanting to give up. His shouting didn't intimidate me, it just made me upset.

"I can't." He said quietly, facing away from me as he stared directly at the wall.
"Ethan, just fuck me." I blurted out, not even thinking. It was spontaneous and I knew it was probably on his mind.

"What?" He turned, boggled. I sat down and looked at him.
"You seem stressed, so let's just have a quickie. I know you've not fucked anyone since we did in January." I told him the truth, Grayson told me.

"H-How did you know?!"

"I didn't. But now I do." I lied, putting on a laugh. He cursed under his breath and sat next to me.
"We can't fuck Kendra. I don't want to... use you." Now I was the one perplexed.

"You? Don't want to use me?" I choked out, shocked.
"Yeah!" He looked at me in anger.

"But you said to me outside that you were still a cold person." I frowned, putting my hand on his leg.
"Is it okay for a person to change?" He sighed, taking my hand in his. I chewed my lip, not really sure where this was going.

"Of course it is. As long as it's for the better."
His hands traced along my neck, following the small hickey he gave me earlier in the week.

"I'm mad at you." He admitted to me when his hands fell back onto his lap. "You're mad at me?" I was beyond confused. He was the one mad at me?

"You wouldn't understand." The door clicked open, followed by a tired looking Grayson walking in. He was rubbing his eyes and yawning, fresh out the shower with a tower loosely tucked at the waist.

"Yeah. Maybe I wouldn't." I threw off his robe and got up to push past Grayson, who turned to look at me. I grabbed my clothes and shoes from Grayson's room.

Changing in the bathroom, I was back to wearing my much revealing dress.
"So are you going to tell me what's up?" Grayson stopped me, looking me in the eyes as I got to his door.

I hadn't realised that my breathing was heavy and unhealthy. I needed to calm down.
"What's up is your hypocritical fucking BROTHER!" I yelled down the corridor so he could hear me.

"Oh just fuck off will you?" He came out of his room, walking up to me.
"Or what?" I pushed Grayson out of the way and he just rolled his eyes, going into his room and shutting the door.

"Or I'll go to Damian's house and finish the damn job." He growled at me. I just rolled my eyes and thought about something.

"How about I go and 'finish the damn job' myself, huh? Would you like that?" I smirked evilly, making his jaw clench a little.