I can't deal with this anymore. Why me? Out of all the girls at our school why do they have to fight over me?
As I was running to my house I heard Grayson yelling my name behind me.
He doesn't care about me I feel likes he's just using me to make Ethan angry, It's like I'm some object they could use to get back at one another and it's making me sick. There was a park close by that I decided to stop by instead of running. I guess Grayson gave up because I didn't see or hear him behind me anymore.
I sat on the park bench watching kids playing tag and sliding down the slide into their parents arms. I miss those days, it was easy with no complications and no boys!
As it started getting darker I dozed off. I woke up to feeling someone putting a jacket on me, I looked up it was Gray. He sat down beside me with his hands in his lap. He stared at the ground thinking of a way to break the silence. He suddenly took a loud breath, which kind of scared me because it was quiet. "I love you." He said quietly.
"We've been over this, you don't you just love using me for your own selfish ways." He clenched his jaw and said, "I don't want you seeing Ethan anymore." A sigh came to my face because I do have strong feelings for Grayson but I have no idea how Ethan is going to react to this.
The stars were shining bright like that night we sat outside not to long ago. He grabbed my hand gently and said, "I want us, not us and Ethan. Just you and me Tayla. I'm not good at this whole relationship thing but one thing I do know is that I want to treat you right."
My heart instantly melted for him all over again. Maybe it is time for us to get serious. Just me and Grayson, a couple. What if he can't change though and I get hurt like Lana did. I don't know what to do i'm confused. What will I do about Ethan? Do me and him have something?
"What do you think?" Grayson said.
"I'm going to need some time to think Grayson."
I've never got to know the romantic side to the twins just the lustful side, I feel like this is going to be a big change...
