Meet me in the hallway | G.D

Part six

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Grayson's POV

I didn't mean to start the fight but I just couldn't let him speak like that, Ryan, the popular kid in school, leader of the football team. He was talking about Allison in a vulgar and offensive way, like she was some kind of toy, given for him to play with. He wanted to tie her up in his bed and push himself inside her until she was screaming, crying, begging him to stop. He cut himself off by laughing looking at everyone's expressions. No one laughed with him.

He was about to continue his story when I jumped over him, punching him in the face. To be honest, he deserved it and everyone was cheering me on, which meant we were all on the same page, not wanting him to sit there talking bullshit about others. He had spoken ineptly and crudely about girls before and thankfully I wasn't the only one who thought it had to come to an end.

I just wish that Allison knew the whole truth about the fight. I'm not blameless since I started it, but I want her to know why I did so. I don't want her thinking I'm the bad guy.
Or I'm I the bad guy?

I drove home to Ethan thinking about what Allison must think of me. Her mind must be filled with confusion and maybe anger even though she told she wasn't, just worried. Worried about what exactly? Me?

"Hello? Ethan, are you home?" No answer. I walked into the kitchen to find a note on the table. "I'm out with a few friends, I'll be home by midnight. //Ethan." Great, home alone as always. I never went out with Ethan and our friends. They stopped asking a few weeks ago since I never felt comfortable going out with them and always declined their offer.

I ordered food and sat outside, it was already dark outside and I could see the stars shine over my head. I loved sitting outside watching the stars, not thinking about anything but nothing. I usually said it that way when someone asked what I was thinking about; "not anything but nothing." I liked the mysterious and baffling sound of it.

I fell asleep on the sofa outside and woke up when Ethan came home. I saw that he was as tired as I was and stood up from where I'd been asleep minutes ago. "What's up bro?" I said. "Not much, you?" He answered making his way upstairs. "I need to sleep." I chuckled. It felt like I was about collapse at any time. The fight had worn me out to my last drop of energy.

When we came upstairs Ethan looked at me and said "maybe you should stay home tomorrow, you look rough." He then turned around and walked to his room. "I'm fine." I mumbled and closed my door. I fumbled around in my dark room getting ready for bed, too lazy to turn on the lights. Once I laid my head on my pillow, I fell asleep instantly.

The next morning was rougher than I thought. Getting out of my bed was nearly an impossible task. I managed to get up after considering staying home, at least five times. But then I reminded myself, I needed to speak to Allison. Or I could just let it wait? Maybe I needed to rest?