Sliding out of my covers, I slowly got out of bed and moved towards the window, looking over to Grey’s pool house. Was he home?
It was one in the morning, however even on school days, sometimes he would spend his night with Jet. He was an avid racer and I wasn’t. It was scary to think of him driving those swift curves in the canyons, but it was his passion. Even if I begged, which I wouldn’t, I knew it was one thing he wouldn’t give up.
His place was dark, but that didn’t stop me from going over to it. Even if he wasn’t home, I wanted to be around his things, his smell… anything of him would comfort me right now. Reaching for the door handle, it opened without a hitch, and I was greeted with silence as I walked around his living room area.
When I strode over to his bedroom, I was surprised that there was light reflecting from underneath the door, indicating that he was, in fact, home.
Rushing towards it, I yanked the door open, and I was greeted with him patching up something on his forehead with the sink water running.
“What happened?”I freaked, my eyes full of fright as I watched him wash a large, gushing cut just above his left eyebrow.
“Had a fight. No biggie,” he said as he plastered a Band-Aid on his cut.
“What fight? Maybe you need to go to the ER to get that stitched up?” Jesus. What the hell had happened to him?
“Jason Holt made a stupid comment about you leaving for Sydney and shacking up with your boyfriend. Apparently, he and Edith have been quite close and she spilled some juicy details to him.”
“Oh.” Jason Holt, football team captain, who I also had gone on a couple of dates with. Nothing happened.
Grey spun around, looking pissed off still. “So I had to shut him up. He was telling lies and I didn’t appreciate it. Not one fucking bit.”
Jason wasn’t really that far off with his tale. “You didn’t have to hurt him.”
He reached out to me, cupping my cheek. “Sydney is a no-go, right? Tell me he’s wrong?”
I couldn’t lie to him. My future had been all planned out. “I’m still going,” I finally whispered to him, eyes pleading, hoping he’d understand.
“Can’t you change schools? I was thinking of us going together to USC or UCLA or something… I want to be near you.”
I shook my head, hating myself for causing the hurt in his eyes. “I have everything planned out. That’s why I couldn’t talk about anything regarding the future with you.” I remembered Edith’s threats and I knew I had to kill two birds with one stone; I had been given the perfect opportunity.
His face dropped. “Haven’t the past months changed your mind? Haven’t I been important in your life?” His voice shook. “You’ve been the center of mine, Olivia.”
“Grey, can we just—”
“What? Take it one day at a time? Forget about it? What?” he gritted out, eyes full of pain.
“I don’t know what to say—”
“Say something that would make me feel less like shit!”
I was starting to get frustrated, but I knew I had made tons of mistakes with him. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
“You’re sorry?” He brushed past me, striding towards his bedroom as he drastically took his shirt off and threw it on the bed. Furious didn’t even cover it. “Look at me!” He tapped on his chest. “I’m fucking balls deep in love with you!” He swallowed.“Can’t you see that?”
Maybe I had, but I had refused to acknowledge it. I shook my head, denying all the feelings that were evoked in me. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“I’ve always been in love with you… but you still refuse to acknowledge it.”
Deep down, I knew he had. His words, his touch, and the way he looked at me always entailed that he did, but I continuously refused to see it. “Grey—I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” I licked my lips, buying time. “What do I do now?”
He looked away. “I don’t know,” he huffed out. “I just told the woman I love that I love her like crazy and all she had to say was ‘I’m so sorry’. So I don’t know.”
“Grey—please.” I tried to reach out to him, but he refused my advances.
“Don’t—just fucking don’t,” he said with his back to me. “I need to think.”
His tone drained my face of blood.“For how long?”I whispered, scared.