The New Boy ~G.D~

chapter thirty one

Grayson's POV

I sink in my bed as my eyes wonder around my room.

Ethan tried to cheer me up more than once, but nothing worked. Nothing ever would unless I had y/n by my side again.

That's all I ever wanted and all I ever will want. Is her.

I don't know what happened last night. All I really remember was y/n crying and making a fuss out of something.

I guess I was that drunk. Then Ethan showed me a video and he told me everything.

My heart broke when I saw her like that.

Today, Alyssa came to our house crying and said y/n had said some fucked up shit to her.

I would normally be the person to help her. The fix whatever mess she had going on in her head, but now she won't even answer me through anything.

Snapchat, Instagram, Twitter. Nothing. She's blocked me on everything.

I tried to contact her mom to ask if I could talk to her, but then I heard y/n yell and I already knew the answer.

I haven't eaten in a day now. I haven't slept for more than 24 hours too.

Without her on my mind, I won't be able to do anything. But it's not like before.

Where she was on my mind all the time too, but when she was my girlfriend.

Now she hates my guts and probably wants me dead.

I skipped school to give her more privacy. I'm trying to do everything to make her happy, but from a very far distance from her.

Which hurt me more than anything.

1 month later (Grays POV)

I saw her at school today. She looked... not the same anymore.

Her cheeks were sucked in. Her eyes had black rings around them. Her fingers were extra bony. Her body was hunched and she looked like she starved herself.

I went to her home to see how she was doing while she wasn't there and asked her mom how she had been acting lately.

"She hasn't talked to anyone. Over the phone or in person. Not even me" her eyes tear up as she says the words.

"She hasn't eaten and won't come out of her room for days." I hug her, doing my best to comfort her. Like I did with y/n.

"Please, just keep encouraging her to eat and do better. I have my ways about sneaking around. People have been trying to pick on her, but..." I trail off, not wanting to get into the details of it.

"I take care of that too" I try my best to smile at her, to make her feel better. But I haven't smiled in so long it's almost like I forgot how to.

"Thank you so much, honey. If there's anything I could do to repay-" I cut her off before she can say anything else.

"No, you don't have to repay me. Ever. I love y/n with all my heart, Ms. y/l/n. Your daughter means the whole world to me" now my eyes start to tear up.

I just wish I could undo and replay everything how it was supposed to. How I wanted it.

Tears start spilling over her face as she smiles so proudly at me.

"She loves you to. More than you will ever know. She's shown me pieces of writing and poems she's written for you and they brought me to tears. She describes you as a 'God' of hers," she lets out a small laugh.

"You're her hero. Sometimes, I can't get enough of what she writes that I sneak in there and read some more" the corner of my lips turn upward slightly.

"I would tell you how much I love your daughter but," she looks concerned for a bit before I continue, "I can't explain it" her expression is relieved.

But I know I don't deserve someone as good as she is.

Your POV

You couldn't stand one more second in that damn school. Not with Grayson there.

You walk out of class while your teacher wasn't facing the door. Having sat up front, it was an easy escape.

You go home and walk past your worried mother.

"Hey, sweetie" she says lightly. Out of the small amount of kindness in your heart at the moment, you raise your hand and wave at her.

She gives a small smile and looks back to what she had been doing.

You run up the stairs and up into your room. You plop yourself on your bed and pull out your non-school binder.

You kept random things in there. Art, writings. Poems.

You pull out one of the writings you wrote for Grayson and read it thoroughly.

The way he smile shines makes my day so much better. I can't go a minute without thinking about him. His smile and his laugh is so contagious and radiant. It lights up the darkest of rooms. His eyes glimmer like an ocean never seen before and I'm lucky enough to stare into them whenever I Please. Nothing and no one can can compare to whatever he is. He's some sort of creature. With unbelievable beauty. To me, he's an angel. A king. A god. He's my savior. He saved me from myself when I thought all was going to fall apart. I can't write anymore because I'm at loss for words when it comes to him. He's the first man I've ever actually loved, and that will never change

Your eyes swell with more tears.

"I can't keep doing this" you whisper to yourself.

"I have to change. I can't-" you start to sob into your pillow, the only thing that's been there for you throughout this entire month.

You sit up properly and wipe away your tears. You sniffle a couple times before you go to the bathroom to wash your face.

I'm starting here. But Grayson won't get what he wants so fast

You walk down the stairs to your mother. You wrap your arms around her and hug her as tight as possible.

You kiss her cheek and walk to the refrigerator. "How was your day, mom?" You ask with a small smile on your face.

Her expression is shocked. But not shocked enough to not answer.

"It- it was good" she tries to smile but she was taken aback.

"That's great!" You try to sound enthusiastic and perfect the fake tone. But you were trying to make it real.

She's smiles widely. "Yeah... it is. Hey maybe you should-" you look at her before she said what you knew what she was going to say.

"I'm fine, mom. But thank you so much!" You smile and walk back to your room with a bowl of fruit your mom had cut up for you this morning, but you rejected it.

You grab your phone and look at the millions of notifications you had.

You smile when you see Alyssa's name. A.K.A, 'bitch 😈.'

You answer her nicely and she responds quickly. You continue your conversation while starting others.

You post a traditional 'fuck everyone' picture of yourself with your middle finger up and your model side back on track.

People respond to your snapchat story with 'omg you're so hot 😍' and 'you single?'

And so much more stuff that you don't even respond to. You pack your bag and head to Alyssa's house, knowing she's home.

You planned to apologize for everything to everyone that had gotten involved in the whole mess, except you were going to make sure Grayson learned his lesson.

Although you had already mentally, emotionally, and physically forgave him.