Player (Grayson Dolan)

36 - Dreams

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Grayson
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"Okay Grayson. Truth or dare?" I knew I couldn't pick truth. But I also knew the dare was going to be brutal. As are any dares with him. Especially because it was me. Although we have considered ourselves friends when talking to other people, we both knew that our hatred for each other was never something friends could have.

He knew my biggest secret and that gave him and upper hand on me. But yet I also knew his biggest secret. Secrets we vowed to keep to each other while drunk, yet somehow we both remember. It's not exactly something we could forget. And I hated him for what he did. Despised him.

She doesn't deserve a guy like him. She's so much better than him, and yet she doesn't even remember. She doesn't remember the endless times he's done this and continues to love him.

I almost hate myself for it. I hate that I can't tell her. Because if I do, he'll tell her my secret. And she can't know my secret. Not like that anyways.

"Grayson. Come on man pick." His condescending tone of voice made me want to punch him, but I won't.

"Dare." I took another drink of whatever he got for me, finishing the last bit of it as he looked at me with a small smirk on his face.

"I dare you to get Emily to fall in love with you. And when she does, which is easy for her, you need to break her heart, and tell her it was a dare." My blood boiled when the disgusting words fell from his mouth.

"Why would you make me do that?" I set the red solo cup down on my dresser, holding myself back from attacking this douche bag.

"Because man. I have to get back at her. She broke up with me. And we both know that no one breaks up with Bryce Walker." He patted me on the shoulder and walked out of my room and I assumed back downstairs to the rest of the party.

I looked out my bedroom window and watched as the two girls walked to my front door from the direction of Malia's house, then disappearing inside.

I stayed in my room a while, scared to go down and see her, even though I wanted her in the first place, I don't anymore.

"Hey gray." I knew her voice immediately, even with my back turned towards her. It's a voice I only enjoy hearing when it's moaning from our sexual activity.

"What Andrea?" She giggled and walked further into my room after I turned to face her in the doorway.

"What do you think? We fuck at every party of yours, so I'm here to fuck." She kicked off her black boots and walked towards me, her head tilting upwards to look me in the eye, keeping eye contact as she pushed me down onto my bed, climbing on top of me.

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"Why do you never kiss me when we fuck? Like I know we're not dating or anything but shit it's the least you could do for how often we have sex." I rolled my eyes at her as we both put our clothes on that was just ripped off a few minutes ago.

"There's no rule that says I have to kiss you Andrea. Leave." I know I'm harsh to her but I like to keep our time together as minimal as possible. I'm only involved with her because she's an easy fuck. And I don't kiss her because there's only one girl I want to kiss. Emily. The girl I've loved for years. The girl who doesn't even like me.