Cuffed

Chapter 19: Overthinking Things

(I couldn't find a song for this chapter, so there's no song. I'm sorry.)

Isabella's POV
I feel happy. Like, genuinely happy.

Despite the awful things that happened last night, I somehow just feel overjoyed. Talking to Grayson was good; it felt good. He just sat there and listened, like he cared.

Which he does; we both care for each other. But it seemed and felt like he cared for me, like more than a friend. Maybe I'm just looking into it too much, but that's what I noticed.

Maybe he just cared a little more because I was in a bad mood. I always have to enhance everything; even if it doesn't mean anything. I need to stop doing that.

Grayson is just being friendly, he doesn't feel the same way I do.

Get it through your head, Bella.

"You good?" Grayson asked as I was staring of into the distance.

I twisted my head back to where Grayson was. Suddenly, I remembered that Grayson had asked me a question prior to my mind wandering off. We were just eating breakfast from our hotel room in bed, and he asked me something.

I can't pin point it, actually. I forgot what he had asked.

"Y-Yeah. I'm good." I smiled at him.

"Did you hear me?" He asked again.

"Yeah, umm, sorry. What was the question?" I chuckled; my face going red as I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Do you feel better? You know, since last night?" He repeated his previous question.

"Right. Yeah, yeah, I've actually been a lot better." I nodded to his question.

"That's good." He grinned to himself.

I looked away from his face and stared at my pancakes in front of me. My foot was tapping on the floor as my nerves were acting up. I don't even know why I feel so anxious; it's too early for this.

Maybe it's just the coffee.

I pursed my lips together and let a small sigh out as I picked my fork up. I used it to pick at my pancakes that flopped in the small pool of syrup. Whenever my pancakes have too much syrup in them, I get sick.

I don't want to waste food, but I also don't want to puke.

Surprisingly, puking isn't the only think on my mind right now. The one thing dominating over any other thoughts is, you guessed it, Grayson. That stubborn little bitch won't stay out of my head.

Okay, but is it just me, or does it seem like he's messing with my head?

It feels like he gives me boyfriend-like-attention, and then goes back to being awkward friends right after. It's probably me overthinking things.

Or what if I think I'm overthinking, but really, I'm not? What if I'm spot on and that's exact what's happening?

But it's also probably not.