| VEXED |

chapter | two

Alex's pov

I made my way downstairs and sawL arce standing by the training room waiting for me. He had a look of impatience written across his face. "Took you long enough." He remarked, removing his hands from his hips. I ignored him and looked around. There was no one here. 

"Why is it so empty?" I asked, looking back at him. "I want you to be practicing with your bow today. It's hard to have flying arrows and a bunch of moving people at the same time," He explained. 

"Yeah, I may be a little rusty. its been a while." I responded looking over at the wall of weapons. I saw a few really beautiful bows. I had my eye on the all-black one, it was gorgeous.

"That's why I brought one of my best archers to train you. He's really talented." He smiled at me. "I don't need someone to train me. When I say I'm rusty, I just mean I might hit a centimeter away from the bullseye." I replied, glancing at all the targets.

"I know, but out on the field that centimeter can be deadly." he responded. "So, what kind of 'fieldwork' do you guys do?" I asked, quoting the words with my fingers. 

He stayed quiet for a second, and before he could speak, a smile grew on his face as he looked behind me. 

My eyes followed what he was looking at. My eyes were met with the rude guy from earlier. I truly have a storm cloud following me. Someone cursed me. Maybe it was Caroline, after all, she is perfect witch material. "He is going to train you for today." Larce smiled proudly, causing me to roll my eyes. 

"Can it be anyone else?" I groaned, whining like a two year old. "Just because you don't want it to be him, no." He laughed walking in the other direction. 

"Lar-." I stopped knowing he was ignoring me. I rolled my eyes once more and turned around. "Are you going to spend all day complaining, or are we going to attempt to do this?" He asked crossing his arms. I was wrong. The storm cloud is hovering over him, not me. 

I rolled my eyes and pushed passed him going to the training room. "You know, if you keep rolling your eyes, they'll get stuck like that." I heard him mocking me from behind. 

I walked straight to the weapons wall while he went straight to setting up targets. There was everything. guns, blades, swords, bows. It was amazing, yet intimidating. I went to reach for the black bow and I felt a hand smack mine. "Ouch?" I complained and turned to him. 

"That's mine, don't touch."  He said with a straight face, before snatching it. He grabbed arrows as well before walking away. I grabbed the silver bow and a few arrows, walking towards the targets. He nudged me out of the way and I groaned in frustration. I'm not a child. 

He drew his arm back, aligning the arrow on the bow. He released it, and it landing a few inches from the intended bullseye. 

I laughed a little and he turned towards me with a confused look. "What?" he spoke in his deep voice. 

"Oh, nothing. Just the fact that you acted so cocky just for your arrow to land.. there." I shrugged with a smile plastering my face. 

"It was literally two inches from the bullseye?" He crossed his arms getting all defensive. "Mhm." I hummed giggling again. I could tell how much I was pissing him off. He wears his emotions on his sleeve. Well, he only had one emotion, being bothered. 

"You know what, you can find someone else to train you." He raised his voice before throwing his bow down, and walking out of the training room.

I laughed some more at how pathetic he's being. I looked at the target, aligned my arrow and breathed in slowly. I looked at my intended space and released the arrow. It landed perfectly in the center of the target making me smile. 

I guess I can go back up to my room now. 

Grayson

I haven't spoken or even seen much of Ethan since the day he screwed up. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Ethan was pouring himself some water, he looked like shit, might I add. He looked at me, then back down as I walked passed him.

When I walked passed him all I smelt was weed. I mean it isn't unusual of him, but he hasn't smoked in a while. 

"You're smoking again?" I asked sitting at the counter. "Why does it matter?" He responded, not showing an ounce of emotion. "If this is because of Ale-" I began. "Don't say her name." he interrupted me. "No Ethan, I think I should. You need to feel bad for what you did to Alex " I emphasized her name, and he threw his glass in the sink. 

I heard it break, which pissed me off more. "I don't need this shit." he spoke quietly walking out of the kitchen. He didn't bother cleaning the glass he just shattered.  

I opened my phone and scrolled to Alex's name. I haven't spoken to her or seen her since she left that day. No one has. I just want to know she's okay. 

I texted her, I doubt she will respond, but I just want to make sure she knows someone cares. 

me - hey, a. I just wanted to see how you're doing.. maybe I can bring you a coffee or something? 

Alex

I made it back to my room and felt my phone vibrate. I looked at it, it was a text from Grayson. I debated on reading it, but I did. 

gray<3 - hey, a. I just wanted to see how you're doing.. maybe I can bring you a coffee or something?

 me - im dealing. im in Cali for a bit.

gray <3 - what? why? 

me - I needed to getaway. talk to you soon. 

gray - please be careful, I will fly there if I need to, don't make me. does Ryan know? 

I read his message and powered off my phone. I don't want to lie to him anymore, or explain this to him. I don't want to be apart of his life, or anyone back home anymore, the vow I made stands. 

I felt a warm tear fall from my eye. I hadn't realized I was even crying. This may be hard but he'll get over it. He's Grayson Dolan for god sakes. He could be trying to torture me or something for Ethan. Who knows. 

 I care about him, but it's for the best.