"I can't believe how badly I overreacted yesterday" I dip my head, letting the blonde curls fall from their grips, silently cringing. I brought it on myself, i was so convinced that Greyson was going to react in a certain way, that I pretty much ensured my own fate.
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure all is forgotten" My own self inflicted embarrassment is far too present at the forefront of my mind, that it prevents me from seeking comfort in Ethan's words.
"You know, Greyson actually seems like a pretty cool guy" He continues, resting his body on the brown leather sofa. I'm sure Ethan is right, but I have this unexplained feeling of hatred towards him.
"Perhaps" I sigh. "So, you still haven't told me about your holiday with Nash... what did you guys get up to?" I wearily approach the subject. His reservations to speak on the matter yesterday have intrigued me.
"We didn't really do much, just spent time on the beach. You know, the usual" Ethan's briefness leaves me concerned. The ringing of his phone startles the two of us.
"Are you not going to get that?" He leaves it to ring and as I gaze momentarily at the screen it reveals an unknown number. Instead of returning an answer, he quickly places the phones back in the bag.
"Have I done something wrong?" Ethan's detachment leads me to believe that there can only be one possible cause and it has to derive from me.
"What? No. Come here Soph" He raises from the seat, placing his shaking hand in front of me. I shiver at the warm collision of his callous skin, as I allow him to pull me up from the sofa.
'You've done nothing wrong I promise. I'm just having a few problems that's all, I don't want you to be brought into my mess" Ethan brings his arms tight around my body, embracing in me in an almost protective manner. I rest my head gently on his shoulder.
"You can talk to me you know. If you're in trouble, I can help you" I offer my assistance. If Ethan is truly in trouble though, I know he will leave me oblivious to the situation.
"I know. Thank you." he plants a small kiss on the top of my head, before continuing.
"We best be going. We don't want to be late for school." I nod my head in agreement and we both leave the humid atmosphere of my house, to the quiet emptiness of the streets.
Thankfully, as I had hoped, my melodramatic antics of yesterday are now old news and in its place lies a new source of entertainment. Ethan and I repeat our routine of finding an isolated set of seats at the center of the classroom.
"Mind if I sit here" I tun my head, watching as Greyson brings a chair to Taylor's side. My subconscious pressures me to apologize, but I remain silent.
"So how are you liking LA?" Ethan questions, entering in conversation with Greyson. The anger returns again and I have to force the harshness, building up at the tip of my tongue, down. What is wrong with me? Why do I hate this boy so much? I know nothing about him, other than he has bad manners, which after yesterday would be hypocritical of me to condemn.
"The people are really welcoming" Greyson sarcastically replies. Flicking a smile in my direction. His comment calms me and replaces the anger with the annoying need to laugh hysterically. My mood swings are giving me whiplash. The two boys immerse themselves in conversation and I attempt to refrain from involvement, quickly leaving the classroom once we are dismissed.
The morning goes by relatively quickly and lunch approaches. I make my way to the cafeteria, most tables are already submerged in groups of people. I find Taylor sat with Cameron and I reluctantly make my way over to the pair.
"Where's Ivy and Nash?" I haven't seen them much since we returned to school. I take a seat at the table, beside Ethan, Greyson sitting directly opposite.
"They decided to go out for lunch. How was your morning?" Ethan asks, as I pick at the skin around my nails.
"It was okay and yours?" The awkward tension increases, as I try to ignore Greyson's presence.
"Long, boring, fucking pointless" I had to agree with Ethan's position. "I'll be back here in a minute" He raises from the table, walking off into the hectic atmosphere and leaving me alone with Greyson.
"I'm sorry fo- for what happened yesterday" I clear my throat. A wicked smirk flickers across Greyson's face.
"I was joking when I called you a bitch. It's my fault anyway, I don't particularly come across very well to new people" I keep my face neutral, as my brain scolds myself for judging him.
"Can we start fresh then? I'm Sophie by the way" I ignore the anger that had previously arose upon seeing Greyson for the first time. Dismissing it as immature.
"I'd like that" he concludes. "So I'm having a house party on Friday, Ethan's coming and you should too. So what do you say?" I am left slightly unsure by his invitation, but decide that if Ethan's going then it should be okay.
"Sure" I reply smiling.
"Oh and I guess you can be my partner after all for this history assignment, you're not that bad" the two of us laugh, as I find my previous resentment completely obliterated.
