Love, if you're there, come and rescue me

I am done with your games

I was seriously dreading going back to school on Monday. I had told my dad that the date with Grayson went fine and that we just went to the pier and played some games. But that didn't happen. After I cried for an hour or so, I climbed out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror, I vowed that I would never let myself down like that and that I would do everything in my power to make myself happy. If that didn't include Grayson, then I guess that's how it had to be.
I trudged into class Monday morning wear some leggings, sweater, and red converse, which I instantly regretted. I walked in and glanced at Grayson who was wearing the same converse. He glanced back at me with that beautiful smirk of his that made me want to melt and jump into his arms and instantly forgive him bec- no, I needed to be strong. He hurt you, remember that. I sat down and was immediately greeted by Grayson who acted like nothing was wrong.
"Hey princess, why so down this morning?" He questioned.
I glared at him and turned towards the board, continuing the assignment from Friday.
"Hey, princess, talk to me" Grayson cooed.
I turned my back to him and started talking to this girl who sat on the other side of me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I sucked in a breath and spun around.
I didn't k ow what I was doing but I knew it felt right Grayson had hurt me and he had to be punished. " Grayson, do you know what you put me through, but really it is my fault thinking that for the first time ever a really sweet guy could actually like me. I have faced so much this year that your problems wouldn't even begin to compare, and you having the nerve to just drop me like that. I am done with this little game of yours. I am not your princess and never will be, leave me alone." I took a deep breath and glanced at Grayson before spinning back around to my own desk.
"Hey,--" Grayson whispers to me, in a surprisingly caring and loving tone, " let's get out of here?"
I studied Grayson's face, the look of hurt and regret pulled me out of my chair, not his smile or dreamy eyes, that look he gave me, I would never forget and I needed to know what it meant.