Misery Loves Company

Chapter 6

"Greyson!" I hear a voice shout from the room.

A beautiful blonde emerges from the patio doors and stops to take in the scene. Her eyes dart from Greyson, to me, and back to Greyson. A look of contempt washes across her face.

"I've been looking for you," she says to him softly.

His eyes drift from me over to her as he replies, "I was just coming to get some air."

"With her?" she snaps back.

Before he can even say anything, I pull myself up to my feet. A little shocked by how dizzy and unbalanced I feel. He quickly gets to his feet and reaches up to try and help balance me but I brush him off. No way in hell I going to get sucked into some boyfriend-girlfriend drama.

I can see her looking me up and down, obviously confused as to why her perfect man would be sitting outside alone with such a degenerate looking girl. Dressed in black - covered in tattoos.

"I was just leaving," giving her an audacious smile. 

"Smart," whispering under her breath. 

Greyson turns wide-eyed as I whip around to face her, "Your boyfriend is the one who came to join me, not vice-versa. Maybe if you weren't such a bitch, he'd be more inclined to spend time with you." Her mouth drops.

I storm out of the bedroom, the sound of her arguing with him dissipating as I stumble down the hall and down the stupid staircase. As I reach the bottom I remember I had left the bottle behind. Fuck. At least this feeling should last me the rest of the night and I'll be able to pass out with ease tonight.