The Truth

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Isabella P.O.V

I storm out of the club, walking into an alley way.

Why does he have to be such an asshole.
Why did I even try to make him jealous?

The truth: I tried to make him jealous; because I was jealous.

Shit

I told myself I wasn't gonna get into more mess.

"Isabella!" I hear him yell from behind me. I turn around. "What do you want?" I ask.

"I still like you. I love you." He says.

"Whore."

"What?" He ask confused. "You have a girlfriend. That's my ex best friend! Do you know how slutty that'll make me look?" I yell at him. "So you're a whore."

He rolls his eyes, "I'm sorry that I can't control my feelings."

"I don't even understand why you want me. I'm a mess!"

"How? You're sexy, smart, independent. The list could go on."

"Grayson, things changed. How do you even know if I love you anymore." I say, tears filling my eyes. I turn around beginning to walk away.

"Tell me what changed! So I can know if you still love me." He yells.

I turn back around,

And tell him everything

The truth

How Jason was abusive, how he threaten to kill my family, me throwing the pan at him and just leaving

Not even knowing if he's alive

"That's why I came to stay with you guys. I couldn't go back there, not unless I wanted to die. My mom was out of town, and I had no other options." I say, tears rolling down my face. He pulls me in, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm sorry." He starts,

"I didn't mean to ruin your birthday."

"You can't ruin something that I knew was gonna be horrible anyways." I say. I pull out of his arms, wiping my runny mascara. "Can we go home?" I ask. He nods, pulling out his phone and calling an Uber.

***

I walk to my room, turning on the lights.

If there's anything I need, it's a bubble bath.

I grab my towel, and some comfy pajamas

I grab my towel, and some comfy pajamas

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Grayson P.O.V

I can't take it anymore. I walk into Isabella's room, knowing she just got out of the shower.

She was still drying herself off. Her damped her dripped down her back, giving me a mental boner. "Grayson." She says covering herself with the towel. I quickly walk over to her and push her down on the bed. I take my clothes off and lay on top of her.

With our hesitation, I thrust quickly inside of her. She begins to moans loudly as I put my head down, sucking on her neck. "Grayson." She moans. I smirk, knowing she wanted this as much as I did.

I lay down next to her.

Our breathing was going faster then our hearts were beating. "Sorry." I say. "No complaints." She smirks.

A/n: Soooo... Sorry for the short chapter, but also comment your thoughts

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