Something in the Way She Moves (Greyson Chance Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eight

Omg! Hey! Long time no update! The play I am in (beauty and the beast) is showing this weekend so I'm pretty pumped.

Now that the play is nearly over... I will have more free time.... more free time means than I can handle... which means... writing!!!! Hopefully after next week I can start updating more regularly.

Lastly, I tried my best to make this as good as I could for you guys. I really hope you like it :)

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(Greyson's P.O.V.)

The girl with the cat-like eyes forces her lips on to mine. I try to step back, but she steps forward. Her claw-like fingers wrap around my arms. I try to push her away, but she takes that as an incentive to kiss me harder. I can't get her off me. I turn my face away, but she is way too persistent.

Suddenly, she jerks back. Ginger is staring daggers at Cat-eyes from behind her.

"Did you really have to pull my hair? Childish," she sneers at Ginger, and looks down at her as if she was a miniscule distraction.

"Did you really have to kiss my boyfriend? Bitchish," Ginger quips, not fazed at all from the girls words, right back at her. She rolls her sharp eyes, but I can tell she is offended.

"Whatever," she snatches her phone from Ginger, and her small, flat butt sways as she saunters away down the hall. As soon as she is out of hearing range I turn towards Ginger and lock eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whisper softly to her,"If I'd known she would do that I never would have..."

"I know. It's not your fault," is all she says. I look down at my hands. I step towards her and wrap a hand around hers. We walk out in front of the movies in silence.

"I'm going to call my dad and make sure he's on his way," I state and she just nods in acknowledgment. I type in the familiar numbers, and listen to the ringing.

"Hey Greyson," my dads voice echoes through the phone.

"I was just checking to see if you were on your way. Our movie is over."

"Oh, yeah, I'm on the road now. Be there in about 5 minutes," he replies.

"Well that's all, I guess. See you so-" I start before my dad cuts me off.

"Oh, tell Ginger that her dad is coming by to pick up papers later tonight so she will be coming back to our house until then."

We say our goodbyes, and I quickly hang up the phone.

I walk over to the bench Ginger is sitting on, and place myself next to her. Her dark auburn hair hangs infront of her face as she looks at the ground. Her back is curved, and her knuckles are white from clenching her fist so hard. I wrap an arm around her waist and lean into her ear.

"Talk to me. Please," I whisper. Her hands loosen slightly but other than that she doesn't move.

I'm not sure but I think I heard a light snuffle from behind the curtain of hair. I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, and kiss her shoulder.

I had convinced Ginger to walk with me to the gazebo in my backyard, and we are laying on the painted floor staring at the ceiling silently.

I can't help but feel as though she is mad at me, and it's completely my fault. I should have been quicker to get the girl off me, but I hadn't expected it at all. I wish I could go back and change it all!

I roll on to my side so I can face Ginger.

"I'm sorry," I state again. I put my fingers through hers.

"Again." she whispers, "It wasn't your fault."

Her eyes glisten and reflect the fireflies making it appear as though she has stars in her eyes. I scoot up closer to her side and sling an arm around her waist.

"Can you atleast tell me what I did wrong," I plead. She grunts, rolls her eyes, and sits up really fast.

"You did nothing wrong!" Ginger huffs into her fists and pulls her knees to her chest. I sit up.

"Well how am I going to help if I don't even know what's wrong?" I beg. I pull myself next to her and run my hands through her red-brown hair. Her face, well what is visible above her hands, is red and hot. I see her body tremble siliently.

"Shhhhh, Doll it will okay," I pull her into my chest, and keep running one hand through her hair, to keep it out of her face, while the other rubs her back.

I can't stand to see her like this. It is legitimately killing me. I can feel my heart squeezing from every corner. She hasn't even told what's wrong yet!

"Babe what's wrong?" I try one last time, and gently kiss her fourhead. She sniffles lightly and wipes her cheeks to rid it from tears.

"I-I just thought that I would be ready," she sniffles, "that I was strong enough."

I'm not one hundred percent sure what she is talking about, but say nothing and wait for her to continue.

"I knew coming into this that you would have tons of fans, some of which would dispise me. I was ready for hate. I knew you would travel, and I was ready was for making the distance work. But that- what she did- I wasn't ready for it," she pushes her face into my chest, "I'm more mad at myself than I am at her..."

Her voices drifts off as if she got lost in thoughts. I plan to take advantage of her momentary silence.

I place my palm against her cheek. Gliding my thumb across her soft skin, I wipe away her tear.

"You shouldn't be mad at yourself, Ginger. She was just some stupid girl that wanted a little attention. There is no way you could have known she'd do that," I kiss away another tear that escapes her eye.

"I know it's just so hard... " she sighs. I pull her into my lap and she nuzzles her head under my chin.

"I know, baby, and I just can't stand seeing you so upset," I whisper, "I want you to remember that, no matter how many crazy girls come up to me, it's you that I really care about."

Ginger looks up at me, with those emerald green eyes that sparkle, and gently presses her lips to mine. I instantly kiss back.

It isn't a long kiss, but it was a kiss that said many things. A promise; to always be loyal to eachother and our emotions. A memory; of our first obstacle and our first resolution. A starting point; to a relationship, a real one.

As we lay back down on on the floor of the gazebo, Ginger resting her head on my chest, only to fall a sleep with a smile on her face moments later, I feel as though I belong. Like I was meant to be here, with this girl.

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Since it took me forever to update I thought I'd give you all a small sneak peek to the next chapter:

You might be seeing angel again, and things are really close to taking off. (you know rising action that leads to the climax (;  )

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