Tomorrow

five- trouble

Grayson stiffens completely, I could feel his leg muscles tighten between mine. I saw his jaw clench and unclench. His chest puffs slightly, shoulders looking even bulkier.

He moves away from me, his warmth fading and I jump off the counter. Grayson doesn't flinch when I set a gentle hand on his left arm. I finally turn my gaze to Kyle.

He's standing in the door way. He has his arms crossed over his chest, showing off large bicep
muscles. He has his chin raises slightly, his eyes narrow.

His jaw is clenched, legs separated partially. He looks intimidating, at least to me.

He wears a plain black t shirt and dark blue, baggy jeans. His dirty blonde hair is tousled and out of place. It gives him an even more dangerous look.

I saw a face peer around him, just outside in the darkened corridor. It's not doubt Farrah, I saw her eye flash to Kyle then to Grayson and I. Then her blonde head vanished and I guess she went to find Ethan and James.

"I think you know exactly who I am," Grayson hisses, catching me by surprise.

He moves an arm to put me behind him, but I stand my ground beside him. He glances at me, but does not try to move me again.

Kyle takes three steps forward, growing closer to Grayson. Their eyes are locked, Kyle has moved his chin down.

"I do know. I also know you don't deserve Arrow," he snaps, shoving both hands into his pockets.

I narrow my eyes at him, "And you did?" I seethe, unable to stop the words flowing from my lips.

Kyle moves his eyes to me, a smirk bringing up the corner of his lip. My insides burn and I want to rip that smirk off his face.

"At least I won't use her," Grayson says, catching me totally off guard.

I blink, my eyes ripping off Kyle to stare at the side of Graysons face. Kyle did the same, but his was a glare.

I know Kyle cheated on me, but used me? This was a topic I was completely unaware of.

"What do you know, Grenade?" I swear I saw Grayson actually flinch when Kyle said Grenade.

I shot a look at Kyle, who glanced at me. He was looking way too smug about Graysons reaction to being called that.

"That's not my name," Grayson hisses through clenched teeth.

Kyle cocked an eyebrow, then let out a loud roar of laughter. Graysons arm twitched, I let go at the weird feeling. I actually backed away from Grayson a little, staring at every feature on his face.

He looked beyond pissed. I wasn't sure whether to be scared or attracted, but I decided to keep my distance.

Kyle stops laughing, taking one more step to Grayson. "You will forever be Grenade," he says low under his breath.

I open my mouth to retort, but Grayson attacks.

I gasp as Grayson barrels into Kyle, pushing him up against a wall with his shoulder. Kyle is taken by surprise, flailing against the wall.

Grayson sends punches into his side, making him wince. This causes Kyle to regain his wits and push Grayson off him, kneeing him in the stomach.

Grayson backs off, his fists raise in front of his face. Kyle yells and runs toward him, but Grayson steps aside and puts out a foot.

Kyle trips, sprawling on the floor. Before Grayson can jump on him he's up and swings, sending a blow that connects with Graysons lips.

Grayson staggers, touching a spot on his lip. Its an open wound, a small cut on his lower lip that is bleeding. He looks up at Kyle, his dark brown eyes almost black with rage.