no deal | g.d (book 2)

chapter twenty

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malia's pov

"are you okay?" grayson asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts while he stopped walking in front of my door.

i shook my head while rubbing my eye, "no i'm not." i said in all honesty.

"i'm sorry. i'm so so sorry for you," he said in a sincere tone.

"it's fine. i understand now. it's what i deserve," i said plainly while keeping my eyes on the ground.

"no mal. that's not what you deserve. no one should ever deserve this," he attempted to convince me that this wasn't what i deserved.

"i do grayson. you don't know how much of a mess i was and how i just completely forget about my own mother. this was to teach me a lesson, and it gave me some life advice," i said truthfully.

i sniffled quietly then playing it off as best as i can, trying to not make it a big deal.

"i wish i can help. i wish i can bring her back or let you talk to her one more time," he said with guilt.

"it's fine... i'll just have to deal with it," i shook my head, telling him to not worry about it.

"i'm worried for you," he said quietly, in a soft tone.

"there's no need to be," one of my shoulders shrugged, assuring him.

"please don't hurt yourself," he begged like he thought i was going to do something to myself.

"i won't," i lied.

my mom died and i'm suppose to just keep going with life?

damn, then you never knew what it felt like.

"malia. i'm begging you. i swear if you do something to yourself, i'm not going to be okay," he pulled me into his chest, he hugged me tight but in a comforting way.

i pulled my face away from his chest, making eye contact with him.

he stared back deeply into my eyes.

as i debate about it, he kept staring at me like he was enjoying the moment.

i stood on my tippy-toes, moving my face to the side of his cheeks.

i planted a kiss on his right cheek, accidentally getting dangerously close to his lips.

he was shocked from my actions, he couldn't find the right words since it was so unexpected.

i stood back down on my heels, "you're a good guy grayson. i'm sorry we fought too much."

with that, i backed up from him and walked inside my room.

my hand grabbed onto the doorknob, twisting it then pushing it open.

i walked into my dorm and shut the door, leaning my back against it to take a few deep breaths.