"You can't keep ignoring me Elisa."
I ignored Grayson and continued to read my book and eat my sandwich. I was still mad at him for not trusting me enough, but I still gave him half of my sandwich.
I know. It was stupid. Now that I'm thinking about, it was really stupid.
"Okay. I'm not mad anymore." I said to him when I faced him.
He blinked. Once. Twice.
"Okay." He responded.
"So you're not mad?" His voice sounded cautious and his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Yeah. I'm fine now. It's okay that you don't trust me enough even though we've been friends for about a month. It's cool." I drawled out.
Seriously. I'm not mad anymore.
"I trust you, but you shouldn't worry about something as small as this." Grayson casually answered back with his sandwich halfway finished.
I shrugged again.
He let out a frustrated sigh, "You don't understand. It's not like that."
I nodded at Grayson, "I get that. It's okay." I replied truthfully.
It really was okay now.
Grayson shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.
"You want me to lay out my fucking life for you?" His tone was aggravated.
I blinked once in surprise and again in anger.
"I said that I get it. Now you're making it into something so trivial. I thought it was stupid, so it's stupid and that's why I said it was okay. You-you can't just curse at me for being worried. For being a friend. Actually, I don't even think you think of me as a friend anymore. That's fine with me. I didn't want any friends anyway. I was perfectly fine by myself for my whole life because nobody wanted to be friends with a freak whose parents died because of her. I thought I would make friends if I moved but no. And if you didn't even want to be friends with me, you shouldn't have continued to talk to me or sit in my place outside. Smoking! Who smokes anymore? Newsflash, it gives you cancer idiot. So I'm sorry for trying to help a nonexistent-friendship friend out." At the end of my rambling, I felt my cheeks get hot with anger and my eyes were slightly blurred with unshed tears.
I quickly stood up and left my seat without looking at Grayson. When I was enough distance away, I banged my head against the wall.
I'm so dumb. My only friend and I lost him because I couldn't control my stupid mouth.
I trudged to my class with a gloomy expression and an even gloomier mind.
I was curled up in my bed watching reruns when I heard the doorbell ring.
I got up and went to look out the peephole. I was shocked when I saw Grayson.
I opened the door and saw a bouquet of flowers and a bunch of snacks in his hands.
He spoke cautiously to see any reaction from me, "Sorry I was an assh-rude."
I looked at him wide eyed and flustered. Slowly, I started to grin and my heart warmed.
Grayson and I fell asleep on my bed after about an hour of watching random movies.
We both woke up when we heard the slam of the door downstairs. From my room, I could hear Martha's screaming voice.
I started to panic and didn't want Grayson to see another one of her episodes, or be at the end of one.
I literally dragged him by the shirt, with much difficulty, and pushed him to my window.
"You have to leave! Martha is home and she's not a pretty drunk." I opened the window and frantically tried to explain to Grayson.
He gently pried my hands off his shirt and went over to lock my door.
"What are you doing? Leave Grayson! Please." I was begging him by now.
Martha drank every now and then. She's said hurtful things to me in the past, but she's never gotten physical until yesterday.
She's been drinking more often lately.
I again tried to push him towards my window and all he did was cup my face between his hands.
"Breathe." I hadn't realized that I was basically hyperventilating when my chest started to ache and my throat was getting dry.
Martha's footsteps got closer to my room and her shouting did as well.
My eyes started to tear up and I was freaking out by now. I lowered my voice to a harsh whisper and tugged on Grayson's arm.
"Go please. Grayson you don't understand, she's not-"
"Elisa? Elisa open your door darling." I was cut off when I heard Martha. I looked at Grayson and went to go open the door.
Before I could, Grayson pulled me back, shook his head, and put a finger on his lip.
My doorknob started to jangle harder and then Martha decided to bang on my door.
"Open the fucking door you ungrateful bitch! I took you in after you killed your fucking parents and this is how you repay me? You're useless, a waste of fuc-"
Her voice got significantly lower as Grayson covered my ears with his hands.
My heart hurt and even though he covered my ears, I could still hear her voice. My eyes were clouded with tears and I pushed my face into his chest.
In that moment, I realized how much more her words hurt than her hand. Months of her constantly reminding me of my fault and her calling me a burden never took as heavy a toll than right now.
Grayson brought his head down and whispered against his hand that covered my ear. He guided the other ear to his chest and stroked my hair with his available hand.
In one ear, I could hear him whisper sweet nothings and in the other ear, I could hear his steady heartbeat.
no excuse just gonna leave this here:(((
YOU ARE READING
Elisa Moore is an extremely naive and gullible teenage girl. After losing her parents and living with her Aunt, she hasn't ever made a true friend. Until she meets Grayson Davis in her hidden location...smoking. Grayson Davis isn't naive or gullible...