#baileygriffin

“What are you doing here?” she asked the other, rubbing her eyes to clear them more, though wincing when her hand pressed against her blackened eye. She looked away slightly from the other. She felt vulnerable, and she could barely process everything that had happened, especially with her mother. She was hurt, and she couldn’t do anything about it except feel ashamed that she let herself even open her heart to the other. “You don’t have to be here,” she insisted. 

“Hey, Spence let me in,” Bailey said, approaching Griffin. “Do you have time? Want to go and bake something? That, and possibly fail at said baking, because I’m a horrible baker, but part of me kind of wants to burn something because I’m really angry, and burning brownies is a better idea than thinking about punching Devin again. Oh by the way, I punched her, and it was probably the worst idea I ever had. So, help me be impulsive before I out of impulse punch her again.” Bailey sighed. “Sorry, that was a little crazy. Come bake with me?”