messages | G.D

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i'm leaned against the wall sipping my beer as i watch everyone talking, most people looked bored out of their minds.

my eyes fall to the brown couch, i watch grayson smile placing his hand on one of my teammates inner thigh.

she smiles biting her lip looking him up and down, he leans in kissing her.

i look up placing the red solo cup up to my lips chugging the rest of beer rolling my eyes.

what a dick.

"two can play that game." i mumble to myself.

i walk up to justin, which i'll probably regret sooner or later but i don't really care right now.

"hey babe," he smiles "don't call me that." i state.

"then what should i call you?" he ask smirking, i roll my eyes, "just shut up."

i grab him by his shirt pulling him in for a kiss, he kisses back.

i pull away looking back at grayson seeing him staring dead at us with a pissed off expression.

i turn back to justin seeing a big smirk plastered across his face.

"don't get any ideas." i scowl.

he puts in hand up in surrender, then taking a sip of his drink.

god, i hate him.

i walk away, satisfied that my plan to make grayson jealous work.

i mean, i did just kiss my asshole ex to make him jealous, maybe i do like him.

i walk towards the bathroom to clean myself up and fix my hair. "what the hell was that?" grayson ask putting his hand up on the wall stopping me from walking.

"what, was what?" i ask playing dumb, "why the fuck did you just make out with him?" he says with anger laced in his voice.

"because i do what i want. last time i checked i'm single so i can make out with whoever i want." i roll my eyes crossing my arms.

"you really wanna play that game?" he ask, i raise my eyebrow looking him up and down challenging him.

"okay, bet." he says shaking his head, licking his lip with a small fake smile walking away.

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[ hour later ]

i look over seeing grayson flirting with my best friend and teammate, abby. i know she can't handle her alcohol when she gets drunk.

i roll my eyes picking up my drink, chugging it down. "hey." i see a guy come up to me out of the corner of my eye.

"hey," i say turning towards him, "what's your name?" he smirks. "elena, you?" i ask picking up another cup of beer.

"mason." he states, "cute." i smile. i see grayson and abby move closer to us to the point where he could hear my conversation.

"so what position do you play?" he ask sipping his beer, "i'm a passer," i answer i see grayson look over at me.

"you know they're usually the most flexible." i giggle placing my hand on his shoulder dragging it down his arm.

"oh?" he smiles looking at my hand trace his muscles. i watch as grayson comes up to us, "mind if i steal her for a sec?" he ask.

"i don't know bro, we're kinda in the middle of something." he says pointing between us, "yeah, we're kind of in the middle of something." i smirk.

"just go find another girl." grayson scoffs, grabbing me by my arm leading me to the bathroom.

"what are you doing?" i ask removing my arm from his hand, "what the hell do you think your doing?" he ask.

"what do you mean?" i ask furrowing my eyebrows. he rolls his eyes, "i thought we were fucking with each other, elena, and you go back and kiss your ex?" he says.

"yeah, me too. until you kissed some random girl on the couch so obviously you weren't to serious about it." i shrug.

"who? katie? she was coming on to me!" he defends, "that doesn't mean you kiss her! that makes me think what you would do if a girl was coming on to you if we actually dated." i argue.

"whatever." he rolls his eyes grabbing his drinking about to walk out, "you know i liked you a lot better when we were just texting." i say.

he turns his head around, "yeah, me too." he scoffs walking out shutting the door.

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sorry it took me so long to update! my volleyball season just ended so i'll have more time to write. but here it is hope you guys enjoy!!!