Alone

Chapter 5

"Hello Cal-"

"Oh my fucking God, Liz. Where the hell are you? Are you hurt? Are you okay?" Jacob bombared me with questions, not allowing me to get a word in.

"Jay, I'm fine. I got out with some help." I glanced up at the stranger who was looking at me with an odd expression.

"Is Caleb there with you? Is he fine?" After a minute of shuffling, Caleb answered, "Elizabeth, where the fuck are you?"

"I'm fine. I'm outside right now." I assured him.

"Who's phone are you calling from?"

"I don't know. Wait a minute." Covering the phone's speaker, I asked him, "What's your name?"

"Grey."

I repeated the name into the phone. "Oh shit, I know that asshole. Hand him the phone." I gave him the phone which he took with a puzzled look. A few 'hmms' later, the phone was handed back to me.

"Okay Lizzy, the police have surrounded the area and blocked it off. Jacob and I won't be able to pick you up. I've asked Grey to drop you off, is that okay? Sensing my hesitation, he continued, "He's a cool guy, I know him." I didn't want to risk them getting caught, so I agreed.

"Okay great. I'll drive your car to your apartment tomorrow. Take care." A voice shouted behind him, "Lizzy, I love you. See you tomor-" He was cut off by a thud. I smiled at that.

"I have to deal with him alone. Told you he was useless."

"We'll see about that tomorrow. You owe me a box of pop tarts."

"Uh-huh." He said in a playful tone and cut the call.

Handing the phone to Grey, he looked at me with amusement. "Are those your boyfriends?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business."

Chuckling at my response, he removed his mask and I instantly recognized him from the diner.

That's why his goddamn eyes looked familiar before.

"You're the prick from the diner, aren't you? I said cursing my luck. "Of all the people in the whole world it had to be you."

The smug smirk on his face pissed me off more than it should.

"So are you going to take me home or stare at me like a creep?"

"I like the feistiness, but that's not gonna get you or your demands anywhere. You owe me for saving you."

"I didn't ask for your help and I don't owe you shit." I got into the car, not giving him a chance to retort.

Getting into the car, he said, "Greyson Blaise."

"What?"

"That's my name. What's yours?"

"None of your business."

"Okay, none of your business, the least you can do is tell me your name since I saved you and I'm dropping you home."

I ignored him. I thought I was victorious when he proceeded to start the ignition; only to be surprised when he pulled his keys out and sat there.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for your name."

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly. I'm not gonna start the car till I know your name."

Sending him the deadliest glare I could muster, I muttered, "Elizabeth Cooper."

"What?" He was deliberately trying to get under my skin and it was working.

Trying my hardest to refrain from punching him, I said a little more loudly, "Elizabeth Cooper. Are you satisifed now?"

"There, there, how difficult was that?" He said, starting his car.

After five minutes of driving, I broke the silence, "Can we go to Denny's first?"

"It's midnight and you want to eat?" He asked incredulously.

"Last time I checked it wasn't a crime to eat a burger. I'm starving after that shit-show."

"Alright." He sighed.

Arriving at the drive-through, I ordered a double cheeseburger with a side of fries and a coke. Greyson didn't want anything, such a party-pooper. Once we got the food, we were on our way to my apartment. When I was done eating, I resorted to making myself more comfortable and gazed at the stars lighting up the sky.

Whenever I had my panic attacks and felt like utter crap; Grace used to take me outside and bundle me up in a blanket, so I could look up at the stars that surrounded me. It had a calming effect on me and helped stop the panic attacks.

The car came to a slow stop and I broke out of my daze.

"Oh fuck." He exclaimed loudly making me jump. "The fuel tank is empty." He said looking at me sheepishly.

"You've got to be kidding me."