Fight Club ⚣ ✓

35

"You know- I never asked how that visit to your uncle went." Graysons lips twitched up into a small smile. "It might have gotten busier around here, but I'll always find the time to check in."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I promised, I would've given you the rundown if there was anything to run down. All that driving just to see the fucker for about five minutes tops. Not even that."

Grayson's eyebrows raised slightly. "I don't understand why he tries so hard to see you, just to piss you off when you get there."

I shrugged. "Yeah, can't say when the next visit will be. Probably next year or something. I can't get caught up in that shit again, man. Barely made it through the first time." Just thinking about Uncle Jimmy brought up the sourest of memories.

"Well fuck him." Grayson landed on. "Fuck him times infinity. He can thoroughly go kiss my ass, and well on you for even trying with that dick." I felt his strong hand come down on my shoulder.

"Thanks man." I sighed.

"There's just one other question I've got for you."

"What's up?" I asked him.

"What's going on with you and Dante?"

That made my head whip in his direction with stupendous speed.

"I-I'm s-sorry, what?"

"You and Dante. What's going on there?"

I just sorta stared at him for a moment. This had caught me completely off guard.

"T-There's nothing going on..."

"Oh cut the bullshit." Grayson smirked in my direction. "The only time your eyes has left that kid today has been for literally this conversation. If I didn't know you, I'd be concerned for Dante with all these creepy stalker stares you keep giving him."

"Oh now hold on a minute here-" I tried to come to my defense, but Grayson wasn't hearing it.

"Sammy, I would need to be blind not to see that. Literally blind. Everyone in this gym can feel it, and frankly, I'm hurt I wasn't the first to know. That kid becomes putty when his eyes catch yours, so I'll ask you again, what's going on there?"

It was now impossible to avoid this conversation with Grayson.

"We- um... we kissed." I said quietly.

"You did?"

"Twice."

"Twice?!" That perked Grayson up. "You want to tell me you kissed twice and I'm learning about this now? When was this?"

I thought about both kisses. They had only taken place hours apart.

"Last weekend. It's- it's complicated. I don't even think I can peruse it." I didn't feel like explaining all this to Grayson.

"Why the hell not? Clearly you two like each other."

Grayson could be so blunt sometimes. Maybe I wasn't one to talk, however. That comment had made my entire face warmer.