Addicted

part twenty one

unedited.
selena's pov.

i stayed the night at grayson's house, well just in his room because things were still pretty awkward between me and ethan. we didn't even talk that night he just left.

"what're you thinking about?" grayson asks from under the covers, i didn't even know he was awake.

i get under the covers with him, "how did we let things get so fucked up?" i ask him. grayson wasn't that good of a listener, that's why we never had good conversations about anything.

"you stopped loving me." he said, pulling some of the covers off of me. i took the pillow my head was originally resting on and hit him, pulling the covers back.

"ow."

"be a man."

he laughs, next thing i knew his big hands were wrapped around my wrists, hovering me. "i'll show you how much of a man i can be." he smiled, leaning in a kissing me, i could feel his smile through the kiss. i didn't realize it but i was smiling too.

when things are good, they're worth the bad.

ethan rolled his eyes as i came down the stairs, grayson and i at hip.

"i don't suppose you want me to cook for you?" ethan asked sarcastically, grayson pushing past me a little.

i shook my head and followed grayson near the fridge, "nah man you suck at putting popcorn in the microwave let alone make a meal." grayson replied, pulling out a carton of milk and putting it on the island.

ethan trotted up the stairs, i hope he isn't mad at me. it's not my fault.

grayson looked confused, "what's up with the you two?"

i shrug, 'i don't know.'

"gotta get to football practice, you got cheerleading? the game is tonight."

i nod and we got our stuff from grayson's room and left, ethan saying he was too sick to go.

"nice of you to show up fiona." lydia says as i get closer to them. i roll my eyes, obviously when she turns around so she doesn't see me doing it. if lydia saw it she would crucify me. literally.

we started doing stretches, when i turned around and saw jane along with some of my old friends, old meaning middle school, on the bleachers. watching someone. i followed their eyes and they landed on grayson. my boyfriend.

he told me that everything with jane was over. that he used her in an attempt to somehow make me jealous. that doesn't excuse it but at least i had a reason for it.

why is she still staring at him?

practice was over, grayson and i go out for lunch instead of going back to his place.

"so are you sure nothing's going on with you and jane?" i ask, fiddling my fingers under the table, that seemed to caught his attention.

"nothing."

"why was she staring at you all practice?"

"once you get a taste of me-" i threw the paper from my straw at him, obviously playing around.

he smiled, looking back at the menu.

text message from:
ethan dolan

e: yo where'd you guys go

out to lunch, why?

e: just worried

okay, see you when we get back

e: are we ever gonna talk about it?

you tell me, you've been avoiding me. i haven't been avoiding you.

e: so are we really gonna do this over text?

i gotta go, waiter just got here

i silence my phone and place it to the side, handing the waiter the menu that was previously underneath it.

we both end up ordering grilled cheese and fries.

ethan is spread out against the couch, arm dangling off the side, popcorn spilled all over the floor.

what a mess.

i take off his shoes and throw them somewhere, in a hope that would maybe wake him up but nope. he's still fast asleep.

i pull a blanket over him and turn the tv off, grayson was waiting by the stairs for me. "you know, he's old enough to do that himself." he told me as we walked up.

"yeah i know."