#frat!gray

A/n: I would literally die for anyone who calls me queen. Anywho...

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Previously (Pt. 3)

(We’re gonna skip the rest of the car ride because I think we’ve spent enough time in the back of a Tesla)

“Alright, bitches we’re here! File out!” Ethan yells, jolting me awake.

You look up to realize your head fell onto Grayson’s shoulder and he must’ve fallen asleep too because his head was rested on yours. When you move away, Grayson sits up straighter and you awkwardly look at each other, seeing as the two of you haven’t talked since the gas station.

“Go ahead,” Grayson finally says, grabbing your things and pushing out of the cramped backseat, your feet crunching under the frozen ground.

You take a deep breath of the crisp air and close your eyes. Listening to the sound of nature for a moment, letting it ground you.

“Alright Ms. Yogi let’s go,” Ryan pats your shoulder and you open my eyes, rolling them at him and walking over to the trunk.

Grayson pulls your bag out wordlessly, dropping it next to his on the ground. When you go to pick it up he stops you, “I got it,” he mutters, walking away with our bags before you can protest.

You sigh and begrudgingly trudge up the front steps of the large house that was modeled to look like a log cabin after him. Ethan unlocks the front door as you look around the front porch, the large bay windows giving us a sneak-peek of the inside and we all file in. You stop in awe and look around and the beautiful cabin.

There’s a large open living room with a beautiful stainless-steel kitchen, a large bar/island separates the two rooms but keeps the open-flow going. There’s a stone fireplace and a fur rug that looks softer than your bed. Big, brown leather couches and love-seats are placed facing each other, a glass and dark-oak coffee table between them. There’s a flat-screen tv on the mantle. Almost the whole back wall of the house is windows, showing the lake and wooden balcony, stone steps leading down to a grill, pool, hot tub, and a rolling yard.

“How many rooms are there in this place?”

“How expensive is this?”

“Holy shit! Did y’all see the pool?”

“Look at this kitchen!”

“There’s free TV! They have Netflix, Disney+, Hulu, and Amazon Prime!”

“Everyone gather around!” Ethan yells, silencing all the excited questions and murmurs.

We all walk over to the island, four of us sitting on the stools and Grayson and Ethan stand across from us.

“I know some of you were wondering about prices,” Ethan pauses, looking at Grayson for a second, “But this place is completely free because well- it’s ours.”

“Wait- what?” You don’t even realize you said that out loud, looking at them with wide eyes and an open mouth. Grayson catches a flash of hurt in your eyes- knowing it’s because they didn’t tell you.

“Yeah, our parents bought it awhile back as a vacation house so they could come stay and visit us and everyone but- now that Dads gone ma doesn’t come out here as much as she used to so- we wanted to bring all are friends up here to get in some use,” Grayson finally speaks up, looking at you the whole time, hoping you don’t get upset with him for not telling you.

Your brows furrow and you blink at him, “And you never told me?” Your small voice might’ve been quiet but it silenced all the other chatting. Everyone looked between you and Grayson, you and Grayson, whom you’re now stuck in a staring contest with.

“I think I’m going to check out that backyard,” Ethan announces, trying to get away from the tension.

Everyone else agrees, following him out the back French double doors. You continue to look at Grayson wordlessly and he breaks first, looking down at the counter and sighing. “I wanted to tell you,” his voice is quiet but you can hear him perfectly.

“Really? How could you- you kept an entire house from me, Grayson. I can’t believe I ever thought we were best friends,” you laugh, voice cracking.

Grayson’s head shoots up and he looks at you with furrowed brows and pleading eyes, “You were- you are my best friend! We didn’t tell anyone! No one knew about this place except for family!”

I scoff, glancing to the backyard, “So, Kristina didn’t know? She had no idea?” Grayson stays silent and I look back at him, knowing the answer.

“She’s Ethans girlfriend! Of course, she knew. Ma invited her out here once and-“ he stops when he sees your face.

“Of course she did,” you couldn’t help but chuckle mirthlessly, eyes watering slightly, “and she never once asked you to bring me?” You know the answer. Grayson’s head drops back down and that’s your confirmation, “What is it? Huh? Was that too much for you, Grayson? Did you think that by bringing me here to hang out with your family and your brother and his girlfriend you’d feel like you were being pressured into dating me? Because God forbid you think of me as more than a friend,” you throw your hands up in the air, exasperated beyond belief. Standing up you glare at him.

“That- no! God, no. Listen, y/n, I don’t know what’s going on with me, but as of recently” his voice is panicked, “I don’t know! I always saw you as my best friend. My platonic soulmate but over the past few months I’ve- I’ve noticed things about you. Things I never noticed before and they make me feel all weird and warm and I can’t stop thinking about you! And it scared me. I’m scared that I’m going to hurt you! Because I don’t know what’s going on with me but now I’m kissing you at gas stations and getting pissed off at seeing you and Ryan just talking!” He rambles and you look at him with wide eyes.

“Grayson- you-“ you look up at him and walk around the island, standing in front of him, “you hurt me more by not talking to me. The only way this,” you gesture to the two of you, “has ever worked is because we’ve always told each other everything. I should’ve told you a long time ago how I felt about you, and you should’ve told me how you were feeling as of recently. Maybe this wouldn’t have been so-“ you run a hand through your hair, looking for a word to sum up the mess you’re in.

“Fucked,” Grayson states simply and you laugh, a smile spreading on his lips at the sound.

“Yeah,” you smile back, “Totally fucked.”

“I know we have so much more to talk about and to fix but- for right now, can we please just go back to being best friends? Not forgetting everything that’s happened but we’ll just,” he smiles as he references the childhood movie he used to make you watch all the time as he gestures to putting a pin in a board, “put a pin in it?”

You roll your eyes, a matching smile on your lips. You know the smart thing to do would be to say no, have the talk right then and there but your heart- and your legs, for a matter-of-fact, can’t handle that right now, “Okay, bestiee.”

He makes a strangled noise in his throat at the nickname and pulls you in for a hug. You close your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms go around your waist. You squeeze his neck a little and he reciprocates with a squeeze to your waist. Smiling into the hug, you take a deep breath. Grayson’s woodsey, outdoor, summer smell paired with his warmth is enough to make you feel calm and ready to face the world.

“I missed you,” Grayson whispers as you pull away from each other slowly.

“I missed you too,” you whisper back, smiling up at him.

You falter, realizing how close you are. Your hands are still around his neck, his still encircled around your waist.

And before you know it, for the second time in your life, you’re saying fuck friendship, and making out with Grayson Dolan.

Next (Pt. 5)...

Yes yes and yess

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Previously (Pt. 1)

Two weeks later...

“Y/n! Would you please move your ass a little faster?” Maya sighs as I trudge my suitcase down the hall to the living room.

I drop it with a huff, “I’m sorry but someone decided to conveniently forget to mention we were going up to a ski lodge for two weeks.”

She rolls her eyes and grabs the handle, moving it too easy for my liking. Opening the front door she moves my suitcase out into the hall next to hers, “Okay, okay, my bad. But I knew if I told you at first you’d never agreed to go. Especially because...y’know... he-who-shall-not-be-named is going to be there.”

“Yeah well, I don’t care. It’s whatever,” I shrug, hoping my face is covering up how much my heart hurts at the thought of him.

She raises her brow and I know I’m a terrible liar, “Mhm. C’mon, let’s go.”

She walks out the door, grabbing her purse. I grab my purse and throw my phone and keys in it. I also grab my water bottle off the counter, taking a quick sip. My face scrunches a little at the taste of Pinot Grigio, the closest I can get to red wine, seeing as my friends won’t let me have Merlot because it makes me ‘bitchy’.

I lock the door, walking to the elevator where Maya and Kristina are waiting. “Let’s do this.”

When we make it out the complex I stop, my friend bumping into me and cursing but all I can hear is a numbing buzz as I look at the all-too familiar white Tesla sitting in front of me.

“What the hell?” Kris looks down, a blush crawling across her face and Maya sighs, “Why did no one tell me we were going with them?”

“Because we knew you’d try to back out. Ethans car is the only one big enough to fit everyone. It’s us three, Ethan, Grayson, and Ryan. Mando and five other people are meeting us at the lodge,” Kris says softly and I love her so much, it’s the only thing keeping me from hitting her.

“I can’t-“ my words are cut off and my heart starts pounding as the twins jump out of the car, Ethan walking over to Kris and kissing her quickly, grabbing her bag with ease.

Grayson moves in front of me with his hands going into his hoodie pocket. The hoodie I always stole. I think bitterly, “Y/n? You ready?” I flinch at his voice, not looking him in the eye.

I nod silently but when he goes to grab my bag I stop him, pulling the handle myself, “I got it,” I spit, knowing it came out harsher than I planned.

He steps back like I slapped him with the audacity to look hurt. He shakes his head and grabs Mayas bag instead, giving her a half-smile before turning back to the car.

Maya raises her brow but I ignore it, not in the mood for her lecture. Dragging my suitcase to the car I reluctantly hand it to Grayson so he can stuff it into the back. When I get to the back doors I notice something.

Oh God. No. No no no no- “Where’s everyone sitting?” I already know. I had no reason to ask. Fucking hell.

I look at Ethan in the drivers seat, Kristina next to him, Ryan and Maya getting their stuff together in the captain chairs in the second row. Leaving the third row empty. The smallest seats for me and- “ Guess it’s you and me in the back. Just like old times, eh?” I scoff at his deep voice, feeling him behind me.

I grumble and push into the third row, moving as far behind Ryan’s seat as I can, pushing my purse to the ground. Crossing my arms I decide I’m going to sit like a statue for the drive.

Grayson clambers in as well, but instead of giving me space he leans back, spreading his long legs slightly so his thigh is barely touching mine. I pull my leg closer to my side. Grayson sighs and reaches for something.

He holds up a soft blanket and I look at him, he raises his eyebrows as if to say ‘peace offering?’ I uncross my arms and take it from him, slowly relaxing into my seat a little, knowing I can’t ignore him for two weeks, especially not when we’re sitting so close.

“Hey, y/n?” Grayson whispers, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

I glance over at him, “Hey, Grayson?” I say back, mockingly.

If that surprised him, he hides it well, “I was just wondering...are you ever going to forgive me?”

I whip my head to look at him, “forgive you?” I repeat.

He nods, a nervous look in his eyes, “For...punching Dylan, that’s why you’ve been ignoring me right?”

I gape at him. My entire brain short circuits and I don’t know what to say. I open my mouth, shut it, and open it again, “You think that’s why I haven’t been talking to you?” I ask incredulously, hoping he’s joking.

“Why do you keep repeating me like that? After I hit Dylan you ran out, then ignored all my texts and calls. Maya even told me you took the final online so you didn’t have to come to the same class as me. I assumed it was because I hurt him. Look, I’m sorry about that. He was being such a dick and I-“

“Are you really that self-centered that you think I would make that big of a deal out of you punching that asshole in the face?” I whisper, cutting him off, “I haven’t talked to you because you and I,” I gesture to the two of us in the small space, “aren’t good friends. You drag me into stupid shit I don’t want to do and I follow you like a lost puppy. I’m tired of it. And frankly, I’m fucking sick of you acting like you never once picked up on how much I loved you. As more than a friend,” I ramble. Leaning back in my seat with a huff, re-crossing my arms.

I stare at the back of Ryan’s headrest and can see Grayson staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I keep up my hard look, Grayson finally giving up and letting out a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his hair and tugging it slightly.

My heart tugs at me, telling me to comfort him, knowing he only does that when he’s really stressed out but I hold back. I’m tired of him using me as his girlfriend without actually letting me be his girlfriend. I have a small epiphany as the thought hits me. That’s it. That’s why all of this pissed me off so much.

Grayson has been using me as his girlfriend for almost ten years. He comes to me with his problems, we cuddle, he takes me out for food and ice cream, makes me go on adventures with him, talks me into wearing matching outfits for his party so he doesn’t look stupid, he even holds my hand. But then he goes off and fucks other girls, he’s had one too many friends with benefits in the past three years. In fact, he had four different girls doing it with him at one time, until two of the girls found out about each other and cut him off.

When I asked him how he felt he just shrugged saying, ‘I never said I wouldn’t have sex with other people’. Maybe that’s part of the problem, too.

Because even if Grayson loved me back- would he even be able to handle a full one-on-one relationship? Would he cheat? Not because he didn’t love me but because he was so used to doing whatever the hell he wanted? I roll my head to the side, watching the world go back as my thoughts swirl.

This is going to be the longest two weeks of my life.

Next...(Pt.3)

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A/n: slow your roll bud...all good things come to those who wait 😌

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Previously (Pt. 4)

Back pressed into a cold counter and both of you pulling each other impossibly closer. Grayson bites your bottom lip slightly, then pulls back, looking you in the eyes.

Panting, you watch him with hungry eyes and grip the hair on the back of his neck a little harder, pulling him back down to meet your lips.

“Honeyy, I’m home!” Mando’s voice sings as a door starts to open and Grayson pulls away so quickly he bites your lip again, this time hard.

“Ouch!” You yelp, hand going up to your lip as Mando and a group of people walk in.

He raises his brow at the two of us, a knowing smirk starting to form. Grayson swallows nervously, “Y/n uh-“ Grayson runs his hand through his hair, “she ran into the doorway. Busted her lip open. I was going to help her with it.”

You give Grayson a look that says, ‘that’s the best excuse you could come up with?’ and Mando just hums, crossing his arms, “Mhm, sure.”

“No, seriously!” You say, trying to sound convincing, keeping your hand on your lip, wincing in fake pain, “You know me- always running into things.”

Grayson laughs and you join in, the two of you looking at Mando and praying he doesn’t press the issue, “Riight,” he drawls.

Before he can say anything else, Ethan and everyone from the backyard comes back in and start greeting the new people. That’s when you really start looking at the rest of the group.

It’s Mando, Dylan, and Chase. Followed by Leah, Kayla, and Aly. You try not to groan outwardly at the sight of Kayla. She’s been trying to get Grayson to make her his girlfriend since sophomore year of college and even though he turned her down at least three times she hasn’t gotten the message.

It doesn’t help that you know, for a fact, that Grayson’s fucked her twice. That’s what started this whole thing because he was known for never sleeping with the same girl twice. In his defense, he only slept with her again because he was so drunk he thought she was our other friend Becca. But Kayla doesn’t know that, or she does and ignores it, either way she annoys the shit out of you.

“Alright! Let’s get everyone into their rooms,” Ethan announces and everyone gathers back around the island, Grayson, Ethan, Kristina, and you all standing on one side. Ethan pulls out his phone and goes to a list in his notes.

“We already wrote out who was staying where but if you want to switch rooms, it’s no big deal,” Grayson adds and Ethan nods in agreement.

“There’s two master bedrooms and then four separate bedrooms with two bathrooms to share. Me and Kris are in one master and Gray and y/n are in the other, Mando you’re with Ryan-“ Ethans voice is cut off by a cough.

He looks up from his phone and we look at an awkward, blushing Mando, “I was- uh- I was actually hoping to share with- um- Mia,” he stutters out and Mia blushes too.

You smile at the two and Grayson chuckles, “Thats fine, Mando. The room chart isn’t set in stone,” Ethan smiles too and erases something on his phone, typing something else.

You eyebrows furrow as what he said finally hits you. Oh hell no, “Okay, now-“

“Where’d you say I was sleeping?” You cut Ethan off and he over with raised eyebrows and Grayson blushes.

“You’re sharing with me,” Grayson says and you scoff.

“No, I’m not.”

“C’mon, y/n, it’s not that big of a deal. We’ve shared before,” Grayson sighs.

“Can’t I just share with Ryan?” At the sound of his name, Ryan coughs on his drink.

“I’ll share with him,” Kayla has the nerve to squeak out, raising her hand like we’re in a fucking classroom or something. She glares at you, then cuts her eyes to eye fuck Grayson, “If y/n doesn’t want to.”

Grayson looks at you, eyes pleading, “please, y/n. Please,” he whispers and you roll your eyes.

Sighing, you shake your head, “Nevermind. I’m fine, actually. Sorry to interrupt.”

Kayla scoffs and had the audacity to look offended, “seriously?”

You raise your eyebrow at her, “seriously.”

Ethan coughs and starts again, “Alrighty then- Mando and Mia- first room on the right. Ryan and Chase, second room on the right. Dylan and Aly- you okay with sharing a room?” He looks at the two siblings and they nod, “Okay, first room on the left. Kayla and Leah you’re in the second room on the left. Go off and do whatever,” Ethan dismisses everyone.

“Where’s our room?” You ask as everyone starts to disperse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you,” Grayson says.

“Oh, ok,” you say dumbly.

Grayson heads back over towards the door and grabs our bags. He nods his head in the direction of the hallway everyone walked down and you follow him. Heading down the hallway in silence, you realize he’s walking past all the rooms. We turn at the end, coming to a staircase, “I thought all the rooms were on one floor?” You ask, very confused.

“No, the main master was originally on it’s own floor. It was my dad and ma’s but when dad got really sick and couldn’t walk upstairs-“ He pauses for a second, you place your hand on his arm gently, knowing it’s hard for him to talk about it, “They converted two of the other rooms downstairs into one master,” Grayson finishes as we get to the top.

There’s a small hallway, two doors, one on the left down further and a double door to our right, “What’s down there?”

“The study,” Grayson says bluntly, and you know not to ask more about the room.

Instead, he opens the large double doors, “Oh my God,” slips out of your mouth as you walk into the large room.

Large doesn’t even begin to describe it, though. The ceiling’s vaulted with a dark wood. A California king bed sits on one wall, then on the same wall as the double doors there’s a leather couch, it faces a stone fireplace with a flat-screen above it, a bookshelf on one side, meeting up with the wall-of-windows that is across from the bed.

“Go look at the bathroom and closet,” Grayson says, obviously amused by your reactions.

Walking to the second set of double doors, you gasp audibly when you see the bathroom. The bathroom’s dark grey and emerald green. The whole left wall is a counter, two sinks and a built-in vanity at the end. The glass shower’s to the right, taking up almost the whole wall, there’s two rainfall shower heads and six other shower heads spread out on the walls. At the end of the shower, there’s a small partition with the toilet, giving it some privacy but not messing with the airiness of the room. The best part of the bathroom though, is the large window looking out at the mountains, above an egg-shaped tub big enough for almost everyone downstairs. Off to the side, after the toilet, is a door. Opening the door, you’re confused as you come into another room. This one’s smaller, but still bigger than your bathroom at home. There’s a seat in the middle, a ceiling-to-floor three-way mirror, and a door that leads back into the bedroom.

Seeing two more doors you open one, seeing a regular-sized walk-in, with wood drawers and shelves. There’s a few clothes already in here. Opening the second door, you stop in your tracks, “Holy shit.”

The closet is in an L-shape, a mini-crystal chandelier hangs over the middle of the room between two small, square islands. The walls are head-to-toe cabinets, drawers, and racks. It’s all in a lighter wood than the rest of the bathroom and there’s mint green instead of emerald. The seat in the middle is even mint green. Damn, Lisa boojee as fuck. Walking back out, you see Grayson putting his stuff in the smaller closet.

“Nice, isn’t it?” He asks, not turning around to look at you.

“How did your parents afford this?” It’s the main question that’s been on your mind since learning they owned it. Everyone knows the twins are upper-middle class but this? This is upper-upper class standards.

Grayson glances over his shoulder at you, “When one of dad’s old friends found out E and I were going to school out here, he gave the house to my parents for like, a fourth of what it was worth,” he shrugs and turns to you.

“That was so awesome of him.”

“Are we just going to ignore what happened earlier?” The edge to his voice takes you by surprise, looking up at him you see his expression is guarded but you can see the fear of rejection in his eyes.

“I-uh,” you bite your lip nervously, looking down at the ground before glancing back up at him, “I don’t know,” you shrug.

He narrows his eyes at you, “You don’t know?”

“Do you want to ignore it?” You try to sound unaffected but you can hear the emotion in it.

Grayson’s facade cracks slightly at the sound of your voice and your nervous attitude. He doesn’t want to intimidate you, “Look-“ he runs a hand through his hair, “Let’s talk about this in the bedroom.”

You nod silently and follow him out of the closet and the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bed. He sits on the arm of the couch, facing you. Looking out the windows you still can’t believe you get to wake up to this view everyday for two weeks. It’s also a nice distraction from the 6’0 buff god staring at you.

“Are we going to talk about this like adults or are you going to run away again?” Grayson’s voice cuts through the tension in the room and you flinch at the slight infliction in his tone.

You take a deep breath, looking at him. Something in your gut tells you this is it. You are face-to-face with a fork in the road. Nothing is ever going to be the same and once you start down one road, you can never turn back. And as much as you want to ignore it and pretend everything’s fine- this talk is long-overdue.

You close your eyes for a moment, all your best memories together flashing through your mind, before taking you back to that party a few weeks ago. The memory is sobering and you open your eyes.

Staring into the green-and-brown abyss of Grayson’s eyes, you state, “Let’s talk,” in a voice calm enough to make the Dalai Lama think ‘dang, that’s a calm girl’.

I love that y’all are getting involved with this story! It makes me so excited to write!!

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Previously (Pt. 2)

(Also this is the Grayson I think of for this story ;))

And the car ride is pretty awkward between the two of them. Of course, Grayson messes around with everyone, trying to make it seem like you two aren’t drowning in the silent fight you’re having.

Until you stop at a Circle K (if y’all don’t have these where you live I’m sorry but we have hundreds of them). And everyone gets out for a bathroom and snack break. You offer to charge the car, seeing as that water bottle of *special liquid* that you brought got put in the cooler in the trunk, so not only are you nowhere near as tipsy as you want to be, but you also don’t need to use the restroom.

You put the pump in and decide to pop the trunk to get your bottle out. Grabbing the bottle out, you take a long sip of it, trying to perfect your poker face so no one in the car knows you’re secretly getting drunk.

“I knew you were holding out on me,” You yelp at the deep voice behind you, causing some of the Pinot to spill. You glare up at Grayson and he laughs, holding up a finger to you as a silent ‘wait’.

You raise a brow as he reopens the cooler, grabbing out the matching blue water bottle to your purple. You realize you subconsciously brought the water bottle you bought with Grayson right before everything happened.

“You have to work on your poker face though,” he states as he takes a sip of his, not even flinching.

He tilts it towards you and you sniff it hesitantly, your nose scrunching up at the smell of straight tequila, you cough, pulling back, “oh my god you are such an alcoholic!”

“Says the girl drinking Pinot out of a water bottle,” he smirks and I roll my eyes, “this is nice. Feels like old times.”

Your smile drops and you looking away, biting your lip, “Grayson, I-“ the beep of the car makes you stop, walking back over to the front seat you see the cars almost finished charging.

“I should go let everyone know the cars almost ready,” you state, trying to get away from Grayson for a little bit.

He grabs you arm softly and pulls you back to him, your back pressed to the car as you look up at him. He moves a piece of hair out of your face, “Y/n, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispers

What. The. Fuck? You gape at him as you watch his eyes, looking for any indication that he’s lying but the sincerity shining in his eyes scares you, “Grayson-“ he cuts your soft whisper off when he starts to lean in, his eyes fluttering from your eyes to your lips.

You catch yourself leaning in as well, eyes fluttering closed as his lips touch yours. His lips are feather-soft against yours. You gasp as his hands grip your waist and he slips his tongue past your parted lips gently.

You move your arms up his sides, holding his shoulder with one and the other goes to his neck, pulling slightly on the short hair at his nape. Something shifts as he grabs your thigh, hitching your leg up on his waist and molding himself to you.

“Gray,” you sigh against his lips as you pull away to catch your breath which gets stuck in your throat when he starts leaving small kisses up and down your throat, sucking on your jaw for a second before moving back up to your lips.

“God, I miss you calling me that,” he breathes, taking your lips back in his. Coaxing all the pain from the past two weeks out with his lips as you push against him harder. Your heart thunders in your ears and Grayson’s hand moves to your hair to grip. His other hand lands next to your head as leverage against the car.

The car beeping again, slightly louder pulls you back to reality. You push him slightly, your body cold after his warmth leaves you. You slip out under Grayson’s arm, peering into the window you see the cars fully charged and pull the plug out, putting it back at the station.

You look up at Grayson but have to look away quickly at the sight of his chest heaving a little, his lips red and swollen, pupils dilated, and hair a complete mess. You bite your lip and point back at the gas station, walking away silently.

When you get to the door, you can’t help but look back at Grayson. You see him pacing next to the car, hand going through his hair as he mumbled something to himself. You shake your head and open the door, the air conditioned room helping to cool your flushed skin.

“Hey, y/n! We were just about to head back out to you, what’s up?” Maya smiles at you with a water in her hand.

“Just- thought I’d tell you the car is charged. I’m going to use the bathroom really quick,” you point to the small door labeled ‘Restroom’ and slip in before they question it.

Leaning on the sink, you look at your messy hair, swollen lips, and red cheeks. You look like you tried to run a marathon. You’ve always wanted to know what kissing Grayson was like- sure, you’ve seen him kiss a fling every now and then but that- you’ve never seen him kiss anyone like that before.

And what the hell did he mean by ‘I’ve always wanted you’? If he always wanted you- why didn’t he say that when he had the chance at the party? Sighing, you splash your face with some cold water and take a deep, steadying breath.

“You ready?” Ryan asks, “Everyone one else is at the car. I said I’d wait for you,” he smiles and you smile back.

You’ve always had a soft spot for Ryan. How couldn’t you? He’s naturally a good guy, “Yeah, I’m good.”

He throws his arm around your shoulders as you walk out, “By the way, whatever happened between you and Gray has him fucked up. I’ve never seen him so beaten up when you two were fighting before.”

Turning you look at Ryan, eyebrows coming together, he squeezes your shoulder and smiles, “Don’t say anything to Grayson about it though, he made us promise not to say anything.”

“I-uh-okay?” You say, confused by the sudden admission.

Ryan puts his finger to his lip, “shhh,” you laugh at the overreaction, nodding at him.

“I got it,” you smile, looking back at the car to see Grayson leaning next to the open back door, jaw clenched and eyes dark.

Woah who pissed in his cereal? You raise a brow at him but he just shakes his head, getting into the back seat, “I think we made him mad,” Ryan sings and laughs, going to the other side of the car and getting in.

Why would he be mad about Ryan being...well, Ryan? I sigh and get in as well, sitting next to Grayson he looks out the window, ignoring my existence.

I stretch out a little, accidentally hitting my arm to Grayson’s and he grunts lowly, pulling his arm away. I’m taken aback, “who the hell pissed in your tequila?” I whisper-shout at him.

“I don’t know- maybe you should ask Ryan,” I scoff and he rolls his eyes.

“You are so childish. You know that? I am not your property- though I’m starting to feel like it. We need to have a serious talk about your lack of respect for me and my feelings,” I say, crossing my arms, surprised at my dominance.

What can I say? I’m tired of all these games. My subconscious shrugs. Grayson rolls his eyes again and mumbles something, clenches his jaw, and then looks back out his window.

I sigh, deciding to let him pout. I lean my head against the headrest and watch as we slowly pull out the gas station. I feel even worse about this trip now than I did when I first found out I was trapped in a car with him.

A/n: not exactly how I wanted to end it but I felt so bad this took so long. Who knew the last three days were going to be the most emotionally-draining days of the month? Anywho- hope y’all enjoy. Someone play ‘Circles’ by Post Malone because I’m seeing a pattern develop 👀