Consequences

fifteen

Ella

"Ella?"

I hear a familiar voice calling my name, making me freeze in Jason's arms.

Crap.

Ever so slowly, I look up, my uncertain gaze meeting Gray's hard one, his eyes fixed on Jason's arm holding me.

Shit. What was I even thinking?

I feel Jason's arms unfolding from around me, as we now stand beside each other, breathing in the brewing tension surrounding us.

"Who is he?" Jason asks in a hushed tone, but I can tell Gray heard it alright by the clenching of his jaw.

Why is he so angry? What's with him now?

My eyes land on Gray's tightened fist as he spoke. "Who am I?" He asks menacingly, his raised eyebrows mocking me, as if he is daring me to speak. A scowl appears on my face, matching his anger, as I recall everything.

Wasn't he the one inviting me to a party and then ignoring my presence!

Wasn't he the one associating with his colleagues, pretending I'm not even here?

"Uh. Yeah," Jason speaks as if sensing my hesitance, "Who are you?"

Gray's burning gaze lands on Jason before settling on me. His lips twitches up in a smirk as he speaks challengingly, "Why don't you ask Ella here?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jason turning towards me, his face contorted in confusion, but my gaze never leaves Grayson's.

Anger fills me as his smirk widens, his eyebrow raising slightly in anticipation at my response.

Bloody hell.

"I think we should go," I grit out, barely holding my anger in, and turn to leave, not bothering to deal with either of the two men.

Walking out the hall, I couldn't help but let a traitor tear fall.

Who is Grayson?

What is he to me?

What am I to him?

I couldn't help but reminisce the past. How we were head over heels for each other. How we spent day and night together, never getting tired of each other. How we always used to appreciate each other's presence by small gestures. How we helped each other cope up with our insecurities. But most of all, how we loved each other.

Flashback

Gazing up at the night sky, I took in the stars glittering the vast blackness. The light breeze flowed past me, making my hair fly in all directions.

The peace I felt at this place was worth visiting it. I would often sneak out here in the bleachers, right beside the football playground. Singing and laying lazily around here, on my own, helped me; helped me cope up with my parents accidental death.

I missed them. So much.

But I tried my best to cope up with the loss. My parents loved me. So, I don't want to be a disappointment for them by burying myself in sorrow. I want to focus and make them proud. I wanted to live. Just like they wanted me to. Just like they told me to.

But sometimes, it all became to much to bear. How unexpected death can be. How unpredictable life is! Whenever I felt overwhelmed, I just sat out alone and sung songs that brought sweet memories.

After my parents death, music has been my only salvation. It brought me peace.

Despite the pressure of exams and other college stuff, I would come out here and relax myself, while singing songs my mother loved. She loved music and her taste in music was something everybody admired.

Whenever I was out here, it felt like the rest of the world didn't matter, didn't exist.

I could hear the chittering of grasshoppers that hid themselves in the lush green grass. But beside it, I could hear nothing. Silence surrounded me like a second skin. And it was all I wanted. Silence.

But my peaceful reverie was soon broken by an obnoxiously loud smash. And the next thing I knew was a football flying in my direction.

Shocked, I sat up to save myself from the hit but guess what? I did the exact opposite. The football hit me directly in the face.

"Holy hell," I muttered under my breath as I held my now bleeding nose.

I was about to stand and rush back to my dorm, partly feeling the fear of being caught if a staff member saw me out this late, but the voice halted me to a stop.

"Fuck," I heard someone curse, which was soon followed by a series of questions.

"Are you okay?," the strange voice continued, "I didn't realise someone would be here at this time."

From the sound of it, it didn't seem like a staff member. Out of curiosity, I glanced up, only to be met with a pair of bright golden eyes already set on me.

Obviously, it has to be him.

Grayson ducking Smith. Golden Boy. Star quarterback. And the only person I hate.

People like him think they are above everyone. They think they can get everything and anything within a snap of their fingers. Fricking rich brats. Feeding off of their parents money.

"Oh my god," he exclaimed breaking my line of thoughts, his eyes widening in the process, "You're bleeding."

"Thanks for stating the obvious, I guess," I rolled my eyes and started making my way back to my dorm, still holding my nose, ignoring his stunned face.

I was about to step down the last step, when he stopped me.

"Hey. Wait," he ran after me, breaking out of whatever transition he fell into "Lemme at least help you."

I stopped and turned around to face him. He was standing right behind me.  His eyes shone underneath the moonlight. From what I could see, he was wearing a black tank top, showing off his muscles. He paired it with a pair of basketball shorts and sneakers. His dark blonde hair was swept to the side, a few strands falling on his forehead which was glistening with sweat.

Feeling uncomfortable, I stepped down the last step to create some space, but the fact that he was now above me and I had to look up to talk to him didn't help. It was frustrating.

"The least you could do is apologise" I snapped and rushed back to my room all the while cursing his presence.

Flashback ends.

I don't realize the car is already halted to a stop. Sighing, I look up to see Grayson already looking up at me.

"You're crying," I didn't I know I was crying until he states it. He extends his hand to wipe my tears off but I turn away, not before noticing the hurt that flashes in his golden orbs.

"It's nothing. I'm fine," I say ruder than I wanted and get out of the car.

Earlier, Grayson followed me respecting the fact that I didn't want to be there anymore. We exited through the back gate because we didn't want any attention. Well, that's what Grayson told.

Unlocking the house, I head straight to my room. I shrug out of my dress and after taking off all the jewelry and makeup, flop down on my bed.

Sighing, I turn to my side and give in to sleep, hoping things would be better.

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Heya babies. Sup? I know it's a late update but my mind has been blank the past few days.

Don't forget to vote and comment. And oh.... how do y'all liked the first encounter of Grayson and Ella? Once again, ignore the typos....

Stay safe :)