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it's now been a full week living in this house and being a wrangler.

ethan and i have become pretty close as well. i've gotten to know some of the wranglers and they're all such great people.

well except grayson. i can't for the life of me get grayson to stop shooting daggers at me with his eyes. there will be some times where he's less cold then usual but it only lasts about 10 minutes at a time.

i haven't said anything to ethan because i don't want them mad at each other like they were the day i moved in.

but regardless, today was the first day that some of the boys are going out to find information on all things related to the faceless. where they've been, what they're up too, and most importantly how the HELL we're stopping them.

osman and nate are going on today, while the rest of us bounce around ideas.

i also had to get a new phone. ethan reminded me that blaine could've bugged my phone and my computer so i had to get new ones.

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"this is stupid, there's no way i'm letting her go near that death trap alone!" ethan argues on my behalf.

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP" i yell. i'm really tired of grayson picking fights with me and then ethan biting his head off for it.

"here's what i think we should do. why don't we all stay away from that death trap until we know more about what the fuck is going on in it." i say. ethans face relaxes a bit, but graysons doesn't budge.

"there's no reason to put anyone in actual danger until we have more to go off of." i continue.

"oh so i suppose you didn't do that when you dragged ethan into this the first time?" grayson shot at me. i've had enough of him.

"oh shut up. stop holding the fact that blaine didn't die the first attempt we had. the plan was good. the team and carry out was solid. but nothing can go perfectly. and dealing with that asshole isn't gonna be that easy. and you know it. so stop blaming me and hating me so goddamn much. i'm sick of it." i push the chair back and jog up the stairs.

i waste no time in heading to my room and shutting the door. i didn't slam it because that's rude and i don't want to stoop to graysons level.

two knocks appear on my door and i sigh.

"i kind of want to be alone right now i'm sorry" i say to whoever was in the other side of the door.

"it's me can i please come in?" i recognized ethans soothing voice and i caved. my feet walked over to the door and i unlocked it, pulling it open.

"thanks lex. you wanna talk?" he asks. i open the door wider and walk over to my bed. ethan enters and closes the door behind him.

"i'm sorry about my brother." he says.

"please don't apologize for him....i blew up at him and i shouldn't have." i confess.

"no what shouldn't have happened was grayson being a dick." i chuckle as does ethan.

"i just don't understand why he feels the need to hate me so much."

"he's just hurt and scared." ethan starts. "ever since blaine killed our father grayson changed. he closed himself off, he hates anything remotely close to faceless and he hates that i let you in so easily." ethan tries explaining.

"i feel bad. i just want to help him. i want him to know i'm here for him and and i'm definitely not an enemy." i pause to look back at ethan. "what should i do?" i ask.

"well you can start by trying to talk to him....or maybe just try to show you're there for him?" ethan questions, not really knowing how to deal with this himself.

"you think he's cooled off enough to talk right now?" i ask.

"there's only one way to find out" ethan says unsure. yolo ig?

i take a deep breath and get up off of my bed. ethan looks at me, now face to face.

"i guess i'll go try to speak to him. i'll be back." i walk towards the door. i pause before i exit completely and turn to ethan. "oh, and if you hear a lot of yelling, pray for me." ethan nods and chuckles. i smile at him one last time before making my way to graysons room.

here goes nothing.

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A/N: oh wow a double update

i might write a grayson fanfic. thoughts?

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