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Ray's POV

"What the fuck, do you think you're doing."

Fuck. I am honestly already dead. I shuffle my feet, glancing around the room nervously.

" Answer me!" The mystery boy from before yells, slamming the door shut behind him.

"I was just exploring and I didn't know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I just thought.." I falter, not knowing what to say.

I hate it, how he got me to stutter like that. It makes me look weak and pathetic. I feel humiliated in front of him as he stands there, tense. I look up to see him staring right at me angrily, pupils dilated so much that his eyes looked more black than brown.

"You thought what, that you could just come strolling around like an idiot, opening doors to things that aren't any of your business?" He spat, taking a few steps towards me.

"No, I didn't." I reply stonily, keeping my ground. I made sure to look straight at him, not showing any signs of uneasiness.

"Well, you can't leave now, can you, Ray."
He smirks at me. How the hell did this guy know my name?

"What do you mean, and how do you know my name, you bastard." My words were laced with venom, mostly because he knew my name and I didn't know his.

"That's none of your business." He says. This fucker needs to stop playing games.

"Why can't I go, huh?" I fire at him. He can't just keep me trapped in here, like a rabid dog.

"Since you're here, you might as well stay. You want to see? Be my guest. Now come on." He ignores my other question and frowns at me, walking past and towards the platform.

I look at the door, but sigh when I see it's locked. Reluctantly, I turn around and follow him. He stood there, looking out at the Arctic land. I stand next to him, not knowing what to do. I'm about to speak when he starts talking.

"Grayson." What? I look at him with a confused face. His own was blank, different from the angry one he had before. He continues to stare outside, eyes flickering between the mountains and the flat plains of ice.

"My name. Grayson." He repeats again, with more clarity. Oh. That's what it was.

I look at what he was staring at, little snowflakes slowly drifting and sticking to the glass from outside. It was a serene sight, calming. But I couldn't help the feeling of nervousness erupt inside me when I was near Grayson. Grayson..his name matched his personality, and it rolled off my tongue like silk.

"Do you always come here?" I ask, studying his face for any signs of emotion.

"Yes." He replies softly, lips parted.

My anger at him slowly faded, replaced with curiosity. He was like some wild animal, wary and could snap if I came too close.

"Why?" I ask again. I see some sort of emotion pass through his face, and that only caused me to be more eager.

"Every abandoned place has a story behind it. That story was my past." Grayson's voice turned harder, indicating that I stop asking him any further questions.

He turned to me, his gaze lowering before meeting mine again. His Adam's Apple bobbed, as he swallowed and let out a breath. I myself, was breathless for no apparent reason.

"Can I ask you something?" He says, his voice cutting the silence. I nod, preparing to be asked.

"Why are you afraid of me?" I was looking down at my feet before he asked until my head shot up in slight surprise, caught off guard with the question.

Grayson stared at me with furrowed brows and pursed lips. Those lips, oh how soft they looked. Wait, no. Stop that. I mentally kick myself.

"I'm not." I say with my most certain yet casual voice. He doesn't seem to believe me though.

"Then why do you fidget when I'm near you, shuffle your feet nervously, bite your lip until it draws blood, and hold the material of your jacket in your hands squeezing it when I talk to you?" He says, coming closer. He was too close.

I step back once, shocked. How did he notice all those things about me? And the fact that he was right about what I do made it even more shocking. I muster up some confidence, speaking a little louder.

"I don't and I'm not afraid of you." Grayson narrows his eyes, again coming towards me until our shoulders brush.

"You are afraid of me, admit it." He growls. I swallow, noticing the closeness of our bodies.

"Why?" I inquire, confused as to why he would want me to admit something like this.

He sets his shoulders back, jaw clenched and brows pulled together. "You should be."

So now he thinks he's scary. I really don't think so. He isn't scary. Ok, he isn't that scary.

"I, am not, afraid of you." I say one more time breathily.

He was silent, our breathing making the only noise heard. I lower my eyes to the ground, but I could feel his intense gaze on my head. Suddenly, he lowered his head and tilted it to my ear, lips brushing it and spoke.

"Then kiss me."


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