chapter two : regret

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regret
/rɪˈɡrɛt/
verb
1.
feel sad, repentant, or disappointed over (something that one has done or failed to do).
"she immediately regretted her words"
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Ethan's pov:

"Grayson has been out there for a while" James said nervously.

"He's probably fine , just zoned out I guess" I reply.

I reach over and grab some of Emma's food.

"Hey!!!" She sneered at me.

This made me giggle a little.

"I still think we should check on him" James suggests , still sounding slightly anxious.

"Alright then, I'll go get him" I heave myself up from the picnic blanket.

Grayson was floating on his back, staring blankly at the sky, zero expression displaying.

"Grayson!" I shout not wanting to move too far into the cold water.

He doesn't respond.

"GRAY FUCKING SON!!!" I yell louder this time.

This startled him a little making his head bow back into the water.

He splutters and flips himself back up to stand.

"Ethan you scared the shit out of me!" he sounds annoyed.

"Yeah yeah whatever, come on now , come eat with us bro" I start to head back towards the others , Grayson following slowly behind.

When I get back, I find Emma scoffing her face with the Doritos I had brought with us.

"You aren't very sneaky ya know" I say.

She quickly finishes her bite, trying to hide any evidence.

I gesture at the cheese powder that still clung to the corners of her mouth.

She laughs at this , and wipes them away.

"How was your swim Gray?" I turn to Grayson , who is wrapping himself in a towel.

"Fine" he mutters.

He didn't seem very happy today.
A bit moody even.

He lies down now , underneath the small umbrella James had brought.

"You good?" I say.

"I'm just tired"

"But you slept in?" I questioned him.

"He did just go swimming for half an hour" Emma suggested.

That's when I noticed it.

Small red patches on Graysons shorts.

"You get bit by a shark or something?" I say jokingly.

"Huh?" Grayson said, obviously confused.

"Maybe he's on his period" James said joining in.

Grayson still remained puzzled.
Examining himself , until his expression changed into anxiousness.

He was looking at his stained shorts now.

"Oh" he said pausing.

"I must have nicked myself" he continued.

"On what? The ocean?" Emma chimed in this time.

"I mean you never know!" Grayson said giving out a small laugh.

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Graysons pov:

The drive home seemed to last forever.

My head was still stuck on the embarrassment of my cuts reopening.

We dropped off Emma and James on way.

It was just me and Ethan now.

"Did you enjoy today" he asked , trying to break the silence.

"Yeah it was alright" I say , I turn back to staring out the window.

Ethan , obviously getting the signal I wasn't up to talking , as he switched on the radio.

We finally pull into the driveway.
I gather up my bag and grab my towel.

The sun was setting now. Bright orange and pink splashed the edges of the sky.

Once inside, I head to my room.

I search my dresser for my bandaids, after putting on a layer of the healing lotion.

I switch into my grey sweatpants and a white tank top.

"Hey Gray, do you want me to order some pizza for dinner?!!" Ethan yells down the hallway.

"Sounds good to me" I yell back.

I pull my phone out of my bag and head into the living room.

I curl up on the couch and scroll through my Instagram feed while Ethan ordered pizza.

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I ate a few slices of pizza , and sat quietly.
I pulled out my phone and opened up Twitter , flicking through peoples replies.

"Grayson, what's up with you today?" Ethan asks suddenly.

"Nothing , like I said I'm just tired"

"Yeah but that's not it is it? There something else going on and I know it" he says scanning my face.

"I don't wanna talk about it alright?"

"About 'it' ? So there is something wrong then ?" He says.

"Just leave it alone alright?!" My voice raises a little.

"I was just trying to —"

"— yeah yeah I know , just leave it please" I cut him off.

I leave the table and head back to my room, letting the blankets engulf my body and my thoughts engulf my head.

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A/N : hope you enjoy this , let me know if you want more :)

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