Meet me in the hallway | G.D

Part four

I had to see what was going on, I couldn't just leave. What if someone was getting hurt?

I followed the screaming and yelling to find people shouting, they were watching something. I pushed trough to see Grayson and some other guy fighting. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and pushed a little further. I made eye contact with him as I shook my head. He just stared at me. I couldn't just stand there and stare back at him, I wasn't like that. I decided to risk it, ran into the fight and pushed myself between the two fighting boys.

"Stop!" I yelled, my heart pumping faster and faster every second. "Don't do this, please." I said. They stopped, looked at me and then around them. The scene they had caused, they realized, it wasn't worth fighting. "You have better things to do than this." I said, now looking at Grayson. He looked up at me and all I could see was shame in his eyes. I felt bad for him, he was bruised and had a few cuts on his face. I then, looked at the other guy. He backed off slowly as I made eye contact with him. What an asshole.

The crowd around us began to fade. People went back to their cars and drove off home. Why didn't anyone stop the fight? The thought spun around in my head. I helped Grayson up on his feet by giving him my hand to hold. "Thanks." He said scratching his head. "Are you mad at me?" He asked, ashamed of what he had done. "I'm not mad, I was worried." I answered. "Look at you, does it hurt?" I asked, tracing my fingers over his face. He winced when I touched the cuts he had received from the punches. "You'll have to get this fixed." I said. "Let me drive you to the pharmacy to get something." I suggested. "I'm just fine." He said. I lifted an eyebrow at his response and turned around to walk back to my car. "Alright then, see you tomorrow?" I didn't care that I had turned my back to him since he had turned down my offer to help. "U-um I guess so...look I'm sorry." He said quietly. "Sorry? For what?" I asked, a little confused. "For worrying you, I didn't mean to,...I didn't mean to start the fight either."

He had what!? Did he start the fight? Why?
I had so many questions. But he wasn't like this. On the other hand, I had only been with him for two days, I barely even knew him. Maybe he was like this?

I snapped out of my thoughts and turned around to look at him. I felt somewhat empty. "I'll se you tomorrow." I said and started walking back to my car. I didn't realize util I had reached my car that a tear was falling down my cheek. Why was I crying? "Just stop it." I said to myself and started the car. Fake smile-Ariana Grande was playing on the radio and it suddenly hit me that I wasn't feeling well at all. I wasn't alright, I wasn't happy. Life had been chaotic and full of drastic changes recently. It was hard. Life was hard.

I drove off, losing myself in my thoughts, in my mind. Why did Grayson start the fight? I thought he was better than that. I drove around, not knowing where to go. I just didn't want to go home. Not now.