Psychopath-GD

chapter 3

GRAYSON

I drive home fast , gripping the steering wheel tight causing the veins in my hands and arms to pop out. I make sharp and sudden turns carelessly in the road knowing full well I'm risking my life and someone else's but I just simply don't care. I pull up at my mansion , my parents are rich as fuck and like people to know about it. I dart inside and I go straight up to my room trying to get Jacob out of my head. He's just a dirty little faggot who means nothing.....he deserved it.

JACOB

Melissa got us an Uber and it dropped me off at home first and I slowly walked inside with my head hug low ignoring my parents concern and going straight to my room. I should have known it was just a set up. I curl up in bed and I end up falling asleep in the same clothes I went to the party in.

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It has been two weeks since the party and I have seen no sign of Grayson anywhere. He could be in school for all I know and just completely avoiding me. I've been asking around about him and yet it surprises me how no one actually knows a single personal detail or fact about Grayson. Why would nobody know anything about him or where he lives or anything. He is so well known yet such a mystery. Not going to lie its just intriguing me more and making me want to go all detective and figure out stuff about him.

The bell echoes loudly through my head signalling that it's recess. Thick crowds of teenagers fill the halls. I push my way through everyone until I feel a masculine rough hand grab me and cover my mouth dragging me into what I think is janitors closet.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I shout as I turn around to see Grayson standing there looking at me. All colour from my face disappears......"Grayson what are you doing?"

GRAYSON
I can feel a feeling in my chest I never feel , slight pumps of warm bloody travelling through my veins . What's going on with me is this even normal .
"Look jacob , what happened at the party . It was just the alcohol to my head I didn't mean anything"
He just nods almost in fear of what I'm going to do . I feel so much anger run through me and fill up my mind and I smack him hard round the face leaving a bright red hand print on his face and I push him into the wall , he cowers in so much fear , I feel superior and inferior. It's his fault right
"Don't come near me you little gay boy , I can see the flys above your head you dirty tramp. I leave spamming the door , leaving him alone in the dirty room.

JACOB
I put my head on my knees and one tear trickles down my cheek and before I know it my whole face is drowned in a river of tears , pain and fear seeps out of my mouth followed by loud sobs. What is wrong with me ? Do I make people feel sick ? Is it me ? Is it him ? Or am I just not good enough , will I ever be good enough ? I stand up and adjust my clothes and I hang my heavy bag on my small shoulder and drag myself out of the closet and into my next lesson keeping my head hung low avoiding eye contact fearful of people's reactions to me.

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A short chapter :)