Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

28. Seeker

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Grace opened her locker as students began pouring out of the school. The final bell had just rung and people were rushing out towards the weekend. It was Friday, and that meant her parents would be going out for the night just like they did almost every week. I was obviously all for it, and even a few hours would have been great, but they decided they needed the whole night. If that was what it took for them to keep their spark alive, then they could have had at it. I didn't mind one single bit.

"Are you cooking?" she peeked over, smirking. "Let's just get a pizza or something tonight. . .It'll give us more time for everything else."

"I'm oka-"

My agreement was interrupted by one of the soccer players coming up behind Grace and closing her locker for her without even knowing if she was done with it. Turning, Grace's right hand brushed her hair behind her left ear and looked up at him with slightly widened, glistening eyes. The expression she showed to this guy was close to the one she had showed me, seriously close, and it probably irritated me way more than it should have. It just made me sort of angry seeing her give that expression to someone else.

In the douchiest, most cliche fashion possible, he pressed his hand against the locker and leaned forward into it. It almost felt like I was watching the filming of some high school romance where some side-character decides to approach the female lead and tries to start a conversation only to have it ended by some outside force. That outside force could have been anything, a bell or another person. I wasn't entirely sure, but I think I wanted to be that outside force.

"Hey, Grace. You mind?" he smiled. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Not really." she leaned against her locker, still very much smiling. "I have to go soon, but I don't mind."

"I was just wondering if you had a date to the dance. If not, I'll be more than happy to take you."

With painfully clenched fists, I had suddenly procured a very strong yearning to stuff his face into a meat grinder. His smile pissed me off, and the fact that Grace was looking at him with that same smile made me that much angrier. She could have told him no right away, at the very least, but instead she was looking at him like she was actually into him. What I was feeling felt horrible, but watching her made it even worse.

Before I could even hear her answer, I had long turned around and was already out of the school as I headed the down sidewalk towards our neighborhood. In the pit of my stomach, I felt this turning, knotting sensation mixed with a bit of anger. It almost felt like she did it on purpose, just for the sake of making me angry. Maybe she was just teasing me like she always did, but she went too far.

I mean, obviously I was being childish and was completely overreacting, but I hated seeing her smile like that for other people. Wasn't I allowed to be selfish and want it only for myself?

"Hey, slow down." her hand caught my right arm. "Why did you run off like that?"

"Don't fucking touch me." I swung around, batting her arm away. "Obviously you were too busy smiling and looking pretty for him to even notice that I was gone."

Grace looked to her left and then to her right before looking back to me with a smile. She followed forward with wide, playful steps as her smile only seemed to grow bigger and bigger with each ridiculous, exaggerated step. I wanted to turn around and storm off, because I selfishly felt hurt. The one person I was able to call my own was talking and batting her eyes for some scrub who played a sport. I wanted to leave, because I didn't want to see an inevitability happen.