Him || Grayson Dolan

20

We've all heard of Murphy's Law. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Not to be confused with Newton's Law. An object at rest tends to stay at rest unless acted upon by an external force.

I've been feeling a lot of Murphy's law here lately. Two days ago, me and Grayson basically told everyone that we were dating, which is fine. We were both okay with it, but ever since we did, I've had this pit in my stomach. And it's been reminding me of my 11th grade psychology class.

There was a knock on the door and I jumped, dropping the cup that I was washing.

I shook the bubbles off of my hands and walked toward the door cautiously, also noticing that my palm was bleeding. I sighed and looked into the peep hole, immediately concerned by the sight in front of me. I opened the door quickly.

"What the hell happened to your face?" I asked, grabbing Grayson by the shirt with the hand that wasn't bleeding and pulling him into the apartment.

He was silent and just walked past me into the kitchen. He opened up the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen vegetables to put on his lip.

"Why's there a broken cup on the floor?" He asked, ignoring the question I asked him.

"I dropped it on the floor because you scared me when you knocked on the door." I said, turning on the sink to wash the blood off of my hand, using an already stained towel to apply pressure to it. "But you didn't answer my question. What happened to your face?"

"I got hit a couple of times." He shrugged, grabbing my hand and apply pressure to my other one for me.

"What?" I asked. "By who?"

"It doesn't matter." He said.

"Yes it does Grayson." He didn't make eye contact with me. "It was Dylan, wasn't it?"

He didn't answer me which was an answer in itself.

I sighed and used the wet washcloth in my hand to wipe the blood off his forehead.

"Gray, What happened?" I asked again, my voice softer this time.

"I just want you to know that this was all his fault." He snarked.

"Just tell me that he threw the first punch?"

"Of course he did. I'm not stupid."

"You know he's crazy Grayson. I swear, I hope there was witness because he could go to the police and sat you assaulted him and then you're going to go to jail and then some guy is going to try and make you his bitch and I'm going to have to sneak cigarettes to you so you can trade them to the gang members for protec-" you know those moments in movies when the girl won't stop rambling and her boyfriends kisses her to shut up? Yeah it's a very effective way.

"I'm not going to go to be somebody's butch and you're going to have to smuggle anything into prison." He said, grabbing my shoulders. "I have proof that it was self defense."

"Did you murder someone Grayson?" Melody asked walking into the kitchen. "Because from what I heard of your conversation, it sure sounds like it."

We both looked at her and then ignored her and went back to our conversation.

"What do you mean you have proof?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.

"We were in the middle of filming something out in town when he came up and basically tried to kick my ass. I think Kyle got most of it on camera."

I sighed. This has got to fucking stop.

"Can you have Kyle send the footage to me? I'm done with this bullshit." I said, walking into the living room to find my phone.