Greyson's Obsession

Chapter 10

Guys I promise this will be the last you'll hear from Greyson for now.

He got a lot to say, trust me I know.

Just bare with me.

Greyson

Fuck I never wanted to think about Saben ever again. Yet it was so eady to seap in to me - my memories, my rushing blood stream. My body tensed like never before.

Fuck. What is this? Saben, stop fucking with me. I spat bitterly. The end of our thriste was abrupt. And the entire thrist in and off itself was shortlived.

Why? Why did he leave me? And why the fuck did he have to break my heart? He had no right.

Fuck I was such a mess. What was Jimph thinking as I hovered over him?

"Greyson?" Jimph called out to me.

Fuck.

He sounded worried, panicked even. My sudden lapse had taken me away from him longer than I had expected.

I had never even anticipated a lapse. It never happened before when I was with Jimph...at least not that I can recall. And why now?

I was too bombarded no doubt.

"Hey," I acknowledged him nervously. I swallowed as I faced him. My flawless smile cracking under pressure like a road suffering from distress caused by an earthquake.

"There's something wrong." I heard the crack in his voice. It broke my heart when he was sad, especially when I was the cause.

"Gresyon Bulter." He urged, saying my name, though quietly. He was not an aggressive big talker. He was a big talker in his own way.

His big personality was one of the reasons why I loved him. He was just so shy otherwise. I'd make him see the light.

I got off him and sat up beside him. With my head down, I assumed a pensive disposition.

He sighed. "You know we've been doing this a while right?"

Here we go. This sounds a perfect segway into "we need to talk".

As much as I could I hid the fact I was distraught and dreaded this conversation.

I cast a sideways look at him and nodded. I appeared guarded and closed off. I was already ready to get me some.

"I didn't mean for this to happen...," I admitted, hesitant. "...this because us."

"Do you regret it?" He asked pointedly.

He got to the point, sharpened like a blade for cutting me in the heart. He sounded hurt, not because he was hurting. He wanted the truth. He was an avid and intrepid forward thinker.

I exhaled a deep breath, audibly to hear. I breathed out dramatically like it was obvious and overly exaggerated. I don't know where to start. There was so much between us. How do we get past this? How could we remain friends amid this newfound ground. We were awkward and fuzzy. We were touchy and feely right now. We were too much in our emotions. But we were both adults in this..."relationship".