Jersey High | Grayson Dolan

Six.

I wasn't paying attention to anything else, other than Grayson, we had a few more classes together today and he didn't look at me once. I felt like shit. I wasn't dating Jake, more importantly I'm not dating the guy who stabbed my friends brother. I know Grayson needs some time to think over everything that has happened over the past few days, but I needed him to know the truth.

At lunch I tried to stop Grayson to talk to him, but he ripped his arm away from my hand and continued walking to where Ethan was sitting. I looked over at the table, Ethan shook his phone and raised his eyebrows. I know that means to either text him or look at my phone. All I knew was I needed to go onto my phone. I sat at a table, alone across the room, glancing over at Ethan sometimes to make sure that he's still on his phone.

Even Ethan believed that I wasn't dating Jake, and he's the one who still has a bandaged arm from being stabbed. During lunch I was still texting Ethan when I felt somebody sit down beside me, I got excited because I thought it might've been Grayson. It was Jake.

"Hey baby." He put his arm over my shoulders.

"Don't call me that" I picked up his hand and took it off of me. I glanced over at Ethan to make sure he was seeing what was going on and he wasn't. I texted him again 'sos' then I saw him look away from Grayson over to me.

"Why are you sitting all alone?" Jake asked

"Because I was hoping to get away from you" I spat

"Now why would you want to do that?" He asked sarcastically.

"We're not dating, Jake. Never were and are never going to." I stood up from my seat, starting to walk over to the trash cans. Jake up my ass following behind me.

"Stop following me!" I turned back and yelled

The bell had gone off, I still didn't get a chance to talk to Grayson. Maybe I just wasn't fit to have a friend, I was never really good at it anyways. I've given up so many friends before, maybe it was just time to give up Grayson. Hearing those words surround my head made me sick to my stomach. Why can't I give Grayson up that easily? I know I have to. If it were anyone else, I would drop them straight away.

The afternoon was pretty boring, I had a couple classes with Ethan, he wasn't talking about Grayson, probably because he knew I didn't want to talk about it. We mainly just talked about ways to get Jake off my ass. Then after school, still in my hoodie I got on my board and watched Grayson drive away with Ethan in the passengers seat. My heart broke a little inside, I miss Gray already, but I have to give him time.

I started to skate home. I felt hands grab me off my board before I could get anywhere. I turned around to see Jake and a couple of his friends, Chance and Anthony. I looked up at him, my eyes were wide and he held the neck portion of my hoodie. He started to pull me closer to him, lifting me off the ground a little just by the grasp he had on my clothing.

"So, you don't want to date me huh?" He was angry, I could see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice.

"No, Jake I don't want to date you. You're a cruel person." I started grabbing his hand, trying to pry it off my hoodie

"Stop trying, slut." Those words made my arms fall to my sides, I could feel myself getting weaker. I guess words really can affect you physically.

"Don't call me that" I trailed off trying to stop myself from crying.

"Shut the fuck up." He spit in my face.

"Stop that, Jake" I started trying to push him away from me. He held me in front of him, slowly pushing me back. He looked me straight in the eyes before taking my shirt in tighter and punching me square in the face. I fell to the ground.

Blood started to drip from my cheek and forehead. I felt my face, not a tear shed from my eyes. I just got up and grabbed my board. I gave Jake a dirty look before getting on my board again. I was mad the entire way home. I couldn't cry until I knew nobody could see me which was stressing me out even more. I just wanted Grayson to be there, adding onto everything I was feeling. My heart, aching. Jake was such a fucking bitch.

I don't know why these are the people I choose to associate with. At this point I was hoping my mom would eventually find a new job somewhere else, this way I could leave all this drama behind but it seems to follow me wherever I go.

I finally got home. I ran up to my room, not even greeting my mom. As soon as I reached the door I started sobbing, I wiped my face and bit my lip to stop from making sound. I opened my bedroom door and closed it behind me. I went over to my bathroom and started to clean up my face that was still dripping with blood. I sat down crying more and more. All I wanted to do was text Grayson. I know I can't so I decided to text Ethan;

Jordan
Ethan.. Do you have a minute

Ethan
Sure, why?

Jordan

Jake.. He punched me after you guys drove off

Ethan
Are you being serious?! Are you okay? Should I come over?

Jordan
I think that'd be okay... thanks

Ethan
I'll be over in 10

I wanted to sit in my room and cry all night. This didn't feel real. It all felt like some super realistic nightmare. Jake isn't the guy that you'd expect would act crazy and punch a girl. All because I wouldn't go out with him, I wouldn't accept his signs of affection. Jake was a monster. He didn't deserve any girl that came his way. He's insane. I miss Grayson. It's only been a couple hours, but it feels like years.

I heard the doorbell ring and I got up to go get it. Ethan stood in the door frame and I fell into his arms. I cried into his chest. After a couple seconds, he pulled away. Examining my face, the bruises that formed early and the cuts dripping of blood on my eyebrow, forehead and cheek. The pain was taking up my entire face. My salty tears mixed in to my cheek wound and I bit my lip. I was better now that Ethan was here, but all I kept thinking of was Gray. I know he's still mad at me. I also know that he won't listen. Something else has to be bothering him if the guy that got stabbed is good with me. I just want things to go back to the way that they were I want my friend back.