•тogeтнer тнe ѕтarѕ• A zodiac story

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[grace's pov]

"Shit." I let out a groan as I stare at the texts.

How could you mistake her for Ziana? They don't even start with the same letter Grace, you idiot!

I hit my head against my pillow wishing that it could hurt me.

All of a sudden I hear my door open but I don't bother to see who it is when I already know who it is.

"Grace where's my sub sandwich?"

"Shut up Grant, I've got bigger problems than your sub sandwich right now," I said to him with my face still buried in my pillow.

"Pft as if. What could you possibly be going through that's more important than my sub sandwich?" He asked slightly irked.

"Girl problems Grant, something you'd never be able to understand since you've never spoken to or have dated a girl in your 17 years of existence," I answered as I flip over to face the ceiling.

"Ouch. Who got your panties in a twist? Also for your information, I speak to Cameron and you," Grant says as he walks over to my bed and sits down.

Mhm, that doesn't count.

"That doesn't count Grant," I laugh a little. "But it's not because of who- well it is but I'm the cause in a way for my panties being in a twist you know?" I say as I play with my hair.

"And who is this person? How'd you fuck up Grace?"

I hesitate saying anything for a few seconds but end up speaking anyway, "Well it's Cam but like I fucked up by this," I pull out my phone and show him the texts.

I watch Grant as his eyes scroll up and down.

I then bite my nails out of frustration and nervousness as I wait for Grant to give me his response. He then turns to face me.

"I mean it's not a big deal to be getting your panties into a twist for but how do you mistake her for one of your flings Grace?"

"I honestly don't know Grant!"

Grant shakes his head.

"She was your girlfriend for like 2 and a half years and I'm sure that 'fling' you have right now have only known each other for like 5 weeks or less."

I scowl at him.

"I know that much dipshit," I say with an eye roll.

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I close my suitcase and drag it out of my room to the front door. As I take out my phone to check the time I notice Torres fiddling with a Rubik's cube.

"You do realize your flight is tomorrow right?" Torres says while giving me a questioning look.

"No shit Sherlock," I say as I walk back to my room for my duffle bag, "You know that I like to be a prepared man."

Without needing to look at Torres I can already tell he's rolling his eyes at me which are practically saying "like being prepared my ass."

Now where the fuck did I leave my duffle bag?

"It's in the living room dude."

"Of course, I knew that."

"Sure you did Vance."