After - The Society Fanfic.

10.

Grizz didn't sleep much. Sam's face kept him up all night. Every time he closed his eyes, it was there, kissing him, loving him, holding him. He can't take it. He needs to get over it. Why isn't he getting over it? Probably because he kept talking to Sam. The thought of trying to cut him out though just hurt more than this. He'd rather have him in his life than not at all. Maybe he'll just avoid him more. Make sure they're never left alone.

He finishes his cereal and hears the front door slam. Gwen comes storming in. Allie and Will rush down the stairs. Grizz merely raises his eyebrows.

"Clark is such a dick." Allie and Will roll their eyes as Gwen slams her bag down, flopping herself onto the sofa. Grizz casually strolls through. "Like fuck him. Fuck him." Grizz merely uh-huhs and ohs along to her rant. Will and Allie chill in the kitchen. Gwen had been broken up from Clark for a while now and they have an agreement but my god he is doing her nut in. His cocky attitude has skyrocketed recently and honestly, she wants to be back in her tent. Why she ever screwed him in the first place is beyond her! Well, no, he'd been kind then. Had it all been an act? Is that how he gets his girls? Lures them in with kindness and then kicks them. She stares at Grizz, why couldn't there be a guy like him. Like obviously not him because he's gay but someone like him. She finishes her rant. Grizz carries on nodding. It's her turn to raise her eyebrows. Grizz notices she's stopped speaking. He cracks a smile and she rolls her eyes. "Are you ready to go? We need to go now." She taps her foot impatiently.

"We'd be early if we left now." He sips his tea and watches Gwen rub a hole in her sleeves with the way she's playing with them. She's anxious, nervous. He didn't realise what an effect Clark had on her.

"Yeah well, I'd rather be early than deal with him." He nods. Understanding that being around an ex can be awkward. He downs the scolding tea, holding back a scream and grabs his jacket. He stops in the kitchen to have a brief word with Allie and Will.

"That's me off. I'll tell you guys about it all tonight. Don't worry about everything." Not the most comforting he's been but he squeezes Allie's shoulder and she leans into it. She knows Grizz would do more if he could but with Gwen pacing around the hallway, anxious to get away, he didn't have much time. If just bumping into Clark on the way into the house led to this, imagine if she has to spend time with him. He fist bumps with Will, and they exit the house.

Grizz didn't think he'd have to jog to keep up with anyone, but Gwen seemed to be making it her mission to get his blood working. He'd never seen her move so fast.

The air is cold and crisp today, the skies are surprisingly clear. The coats had become thicket and people were layering up. December nipping at their heels and would soon be upon them, and then they'd be at the mercy of winter. If Lexie and Harry do not plan properly, people might freeze or starve. People roamed the streets, moving from place to place, trying to find something to do. The responsibility of jobs seeming to be in the back of their minds. They're dejected, hurt, from the chaos of elections. It's better than the rioting and restlessness from Cassandra's death. Granted, nothing would be better than a happy society but if he's being honest, he knows that most likely won't happen. What they'd had with Allie had been the best they're likely to get.

They reach the church. Gwen is standing impatient as he jogs up. She acts as if she'd been there for ages but Grizz had been at most 20 seconds behind her. Once he reaches the steps, she goes to open the door. Grizz puts a hand on her shoulder, pulling her around. "Gwen." She avoids his eyes, instead, shuffling her feet from side to side, playing with her sleeve. "What's up? I don't want you going in there without a clear head."

"Like that stopped you last time." Grizz scratches the back of his head, grimacing at the memory. The other day he had gone in here worked up from his reunion with Sam but he'd managed to keep his cool. Gwen didn't have the same control on her emotions though.
"Gwen." His tone is a warning but also quite full of concern. He doesn't want her doing anything stupid, not just because it might make things difficult for everyone but because she might end upon trouble herself and therefore hurt. "What did Clark say?"