Fantasy |g.d.|

chapter four

September

-Grayson pov-

I pull up to the white house, still sweaty from working out. As I hop out of my car the front door opens and he walks over to me.

"What are you doing here Dolan?" Jacob Cornshaw crosses his arms, trying to look intimidating but failing.

"I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay, so get on with it."

I scratch the back of my head. "I want you to know that I care for Annalise, but only as a friend. I don't have feelings for her-."

"Yeah, I don't give a shit."

I clench my jaw, not surprised at his reaction.

"Listen, Dolan, I know you want to fuck her, so don't even try to fucking deny it. Don't come to my house, saying shit like that to try and make me turn my head for a second just so you can bed her. Don't fucking try it." He snarls, his face now inches from mine.

I lick my lips. "Oh, so that's what you think huh? Well, you know what I think Cornshaw? I think that you know what you have with Annalise is temporary and one day, one day very soon-." I lean in, whispering my last words into his ear. "She'll come running out of your bed right into mine."

His fist collides with my face before I can even pull away.

-Annalise pov-

As I walk into school I notice everyone staring at me. I push away the uncertainty and quickly grab my books and head over to Jacob's locker. Today, there isn't a crowd, only Mark stands by Jacob, whose head is buried in his locker.

I ignore the weirdness, placing my hand on Jacob's shoulder. "Hey!"

"Hi." He remains turned away from me.

Mark grimaces, almost as if to warn me.

"Is everything okay Jacob?" I lower my voice, not wanting Mark to hear.

"Give me your phone." His voice is muffled coming from inside the locker.

"What?"

"Give me your phone."

"I don't understand."

And then he turns around. His face is covered in bruises, the largest one being on his right eye. It's ugly yellow/black color makes me wince. Several cuts cross his eyebrows, lips, and cheeks. By the way he carries himself I can tell a few more bruises cover his abdomen and chest. He holds out his hand, and I see his knuckles are split open, the worst cuts are covered with bandages.

I lightly touch his cheek. "Babe, what happened?"

"Your side hoe happened, now give me your phone." He sneers.

"Wh-o I don't understand?"

Jacob snatches my phone from my hand, typing in the password he apparently memorized.

"Jacob, please talk to me, what happened?" I beg as he taps away on my phone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mark walk away, I stop myself from asking him to stay and turn back to Jacob.

"Jacob, please-."

"There." He hands me back my phone.

"There what?"

"I blocked and deleted his number from your phone. I forbid you to talk to him, see him, or even look at him. You're my girl, and he needs to know that." His hand grabs my cheeks, forcing me to make eye contact.