My Kik-Ass Boy Girlfriend (BoyxBoy)

Twenty-One

Okay, shítty chapter. But it's an update nonetheless! :P lol... Enjoy! (I guess...)

* This chapter may contain grammatical errors and typos. *

* * * * * * *

My face paled at the current expression on Grant’s face. It was intimidating, yes, but I was mostly terrified. No, his face was not terrifying, but the idea that he knew that I was Alice sure was bone chilling. It was killing me not knowing exactly what was going inside his mind. I completely had no idea how I was going to react if he decides to openly address it.

All I know is I’m fucked and I have no way out of it.

I rattled my brain thinking of ways to move on and discreetly segue into a totally unrelated topic and find an escape, but my brain was burning out and it couldn’t keep up. I was about ready to give up.

All of a sudden, Grant starts to walk, moving towards me with the same expression on his face. Beads of sweat started to break out from my forehead and my own hands were starting to tremble. It was taking all of me to keep myself together, but I felt vulnerable. So weak that with just one nudge, I would break apart. Then he looked down towards my phone and it seems as if he wanted to snatch it right out of my hands and get proof that he was right about his theory.

I clutched tightly on to the phone, anticipating the act, but it never came. What surprised me most was that the questioning look on his face was gone and was replaced with… shock and delight. Soon after, a light-hearted chuckle rumbled from his mouth as his whole body jerked to the action.

“That’s so weird, man. Your phone vibrated as soon as I sent my message,” he continued to chuckle. “Who’re you texting anyway?”

Wait, what? So all this time, I was worried about him knowing my deepest, darkest secret, and in the end it was all for nothing? He didn’t know at all! What the fûck!

Okay, I know it doesn’t make any sense for me to be upset over the fact that he actually didn’t know about me being Alice, in fact I should have been relieved, but no. I had to be freaking upset. 

Why did he have to make me so paranoid? All that lying was getting the best of me. I don’t think I can stay sane if I keep on doing it. Maybe it was a sign for me to actually stop even though I already tried doing that many times and each one ended up in failure.

I shrugged and quickly pocketed my phone, making sure it’s secured deep inside to ensure that he wouldn’t be able to easily reach over and snatch it, if that plan was still being considered.

“Just a friend. We made plans for tonight, so he’s asking what time we were meeting,” I rambled out of nowhere. I know he didn’t ask for an explanation, but I felt like I had to describe it anyway. He nodded in response.

“What time is it?” he asked arching an eyebrow. Why the hell did he care? He didn’t need to know about what time my plans were. I was about to protest about answering but he continued to speak. “I meant now.”

Oh. Well, that’s pretty embarrassing. It was a good thing he stopped me before I spoke up and said something that might have been considered offensive. I hit myself on the head internally before looking at my watch.

“It’s about noon,” I said simply, shrugging it off.

“Alright, so you have a couple more hours before you finish your shift. Let’s continue on with the tour so you can start exploring by yourself.”

Was that his excuse for wanting me to leave him alone? It seemed like his attitude completely changed from earlier when he was all shy-turned-extrovert to completely wanting me away from him as far as possible. I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but I’m hoping that it isn’t something about me possibly being Alice. In fact, I hope he didn’t have a reason to think that I was her.