Chapter 87

                                    

                                          
Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo 
Lacy Oh Lacy, it's like you're out to get me, you poising every little thing that I do. Lacy oh Lacy, I just loathe you lately.



When Grayson and I got inside and back in my bedroom I asked him how things went with Skye. According to him, she's married and definitely has nothing to do with this. In other news, Jameson and Grayson both walked 18 miles home. Fuck knows how they both made it home in one piece.
"You okay?" I frown, still wearing the now dry bikini, my hair still damp. 
"I'm fine Paris." Grayson dismisses, sitting beside me on the end of my bed. 
He leans into me, pressing our lips together. When our lips separate I scan his face carefully. 
"Gray.." I hesitate. "No P. I'm fine." He insures, sounding a little angry. 
"Are you mad at me for asking if you're okay?" I ask him hesitantly. "No. It's just this whole 'you're broken and i need to fix you' thing is getting old." He complains.
"I'm sorry, would you prefer I just ignored everything you feel." I scoff. 
He takes a moment before answering. "No I'm sorry." He sighs after a moment. 
I frown, realising he's a little on edge right now. "It's okay." I rub a hand down his back carefully.
He presses our lips back together for a passionate kiss. His hand teasing my bikini top strap. 
He places a hand over my bra and starts caressing my breast. 
I push him off me – props to him, he retracted his hand immediately the second I showed any disapproval – he looks at me confused. "You okay?" He asks me.
I stand up from my bed and look down at him. "No Gray." I sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He apologises frantically. 
"It's fine." I say suddenly. "I don't want you to just resort to sex to ignore your feelings." I tell him.
"Seriously? This is why you flipped out? I don't have any unresolved feelings. And if I did I wouldn't be telling you about them." He fumes. 
"Grayson you're allowed to have emotions, it's normal." I yell. "I didn't say it's not. I'm just not going to cry into your shoulder and whine about them like some baby." He fires angrily.
"Like I do?" I scoff, "Yeah, Paris. Like you do. I don't mind you doing that! But that's not what I do." 
I look to him with despair. "I'm a whining baby?" I ask him disbelief. "You know that's not what I mean." He warns. 
"But it's what you said." I remind. 
"Can we just go back to kissing? I don't want to tell you how I feel- In fact I don't even feel anything." He tells me. 
"But you do Gray!" I insist. "You can't just tell me how I feel. I know you have some serious unresolved issues of your own so you like to try and make it seem like everyone else is as fucked up as you but I'm not. So just mind your own business and quit it." He jabs. 
I blink frantically to avoid any tears that could form. "Fuck you." I spit, pushing passed him to walk out. He grabs my wrist. 
"Paris.." He immediately sighs, realising he did something wrong. 
"We both need to put a pause on whatever this is. Just for a couple days. Maybe you can hook up with Eve in the mean time." I mutter, wiping the tear off my cheek and walking back out.