Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
ILYSB - lany (stripped)
| my heart hurts so good, I love you, so bad, so bad |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
friday

the skin on my knuckle hit against the front door a total of three time, then silence filled the air as I put my hand back down to my hip.

long seconds passed as I waited for an answer, but not a single movement was being made inside the house.

I lifted my hand, placing it on the door, and letting my fist knock on it again as I grew impatient quickly.

again, I waited outside in the dark, growing annoyed that ethan wasn't answering the door.

my pink tinted lips rubbed together anxiously as I waited.

a tall, built figure appeared through the blurry glass window, walking closer and closer to the front door.

I exhaled a large breath, "finally." I mumbled quietly to myself.

he opened the door, causing me to hesitate when my eyes landed on grayson. his eyes intimidatingly looked me up, then down.

he looked out of breath-shirtless, yet his body was wet. his hair was damp and there was a tint of redness on his cheeks and below his eyes.

"ethan just left." he spoke in a plain tone. he turned away from me as he walked back into the house, leaving the door wide open for me.

my eyebrows furrowed as I stepped inside, "what?" I asked him as confusion arose inside me-my hand shutting the front door behind me.

"he went to the party early to help set up." he explained to me as he walked into a large room, a workout room.

I followed behind him as I watched him face the mirror that spread across the entire wall. he picked up two of the weights, one in each hand.

I leaned onto the rack of weights, letting it hold my weight. "him and I were supposed to go together though?" I spoke as if it were a question.

"I know." he grunted as his toned arms lifted each of the weights. "he told me to take you." he told me as he exhaled a large breath, putting the weights down.

I nodded slowly, not being one hundred percent sure why ethan would want me to go with grayson considering him and I don't talk much.

"well, you need to shower or you're not getting laid by anyone tonight." I shrugged, creating an excuse so we could leave.

he grabbed a small white towel from off the ground, laughing a bit as he walked towards me. "I get what I want, when I want it." a small laugh escaped his mouth as if my words were a joke.

teasing him, I shrugged. "not when you're sweating like that." I referred to his glistening skin from all of the sweat.

he rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he walked past me, exiting the room.

I laughed lightly to myself knowing that I had just won.

I don't know why, but winning our small bickering fights is fun to me. I guess him and I have the same level of sarcasm and instigation that it's like a game.