I made it in time for my third class of the day. To my luck, Bill had a few of the same Gen Ed courses as me. I found an empty seat by him and his gaze completely shifted from the front of the class towards me.
"Hey, are you alright? I heard what happened to you." His eyes were filled with worry and I frowned.
"Damn it, did Dee already tell the entire school or something?" I groaned.
"No, no, I think she just told me. She texted me about 45 minutes ago saying you needed a place to crash."
"Oh, so is it okay if I stay at your place until I get back on my feet?" I asked nervously. I wish Dee didn’t do everything for me. It can make things awkward sometimes.
"Even if your apartment was fine, you're always welcomed to hang with me." Bill replied.
I found myself grinning from ear to ear and Bill returned the gesture with his own dazzling smile. I should have given Bill more credit. He really is just a nice guy.
"Thanks so much you're really helping me out a lot."
"No, problem, there's just one thing. I do have a roommate, but he pretty much just tends to himself unless he needs me to know something."
“Oh, okay, no worries. Thanks again,” I smiled and turned back to face the teacher. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to keep the conversation going or not. I felt like I owed it to Bill to be extra friendly, but I didn’t know how.
"So, I'll meet you at the parking lot when you finish all of your classes." Bill said after the lecture was over. I nodded and headed in the other direction.
As Bill walked away, I could feel someone’s gaze burn a hole in the back of my head and I turned around to see a pair of grey eyes. Fear rushed through my veins as I sprinted in the opposite direction. I could hear him echoing my name as I ran. He was not far from me and my eyes darted from side to side for a place to hide. They finally landed on the boy’s bathroom and I darted in there, locking myself in the last stall.
"Maddy!" I heard Greyson shout as he came closer to the bathroom. I quickly put my feet on the toilet seat, in an effort to make him think I wasn’t here. The door opened and my breathing hitched as his footsteps tapped against the tiled floor.
I was half expecting him to kick open every stall until he found mine, but he immediately walked over and stopped right in front of my stall.
"Maddy, I wanted to apologize about this morning. I took advantage of you and I’m sorry."
"Not to mention, you completely ditched me afterwards." I seethed out, blowing whatever cover I thought I had left. Greyson placed his palm on the door before the thud of his head followed.
"Yeah, that wasn’t cool, but you freaked out and I thought maybe you just wanted space."
I scoffed. Was he seriously trying to throw me that line?
"Maddy I know my excuse cannot account for what I did to you, but please at least let me apologize to your face.
"I'd rather you didn't. In fact, I'd rather never see your face again."
"Maddy aren't you being a little dramatic? To be clear, I know what I did was wrong on account of your stressful situation, but as I recall, you came on to me. You sat on my lap, and you kissed my neck. I know I have some responsibility to take, but so should you.”
“I-I-I” I couldn’t speak properly. Greyson was right. I was just as much in the wrong as he was.
“Open the door, so we can talk.” Greyson knocked on the stall, but I didn’t move. “Come on, we can be civil about this.”
Panic bubbled in my chest. I was confused as how I should feel and that scared me. I wanted to let him in, but I was still pissed off.
“Maddy?” Bill’s voice broke through the tension. “I saw you run in here, are you okay?”
“He’s fine,” Greyson responded.
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t ask for your opinion.” Bill growled.
“How typical of your kind to put your nose where it doesn’t belong.” Greyson matched Bill’s tone.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifted and I wasn’t going to sit around to find out what would happen. I dropped my feet to the floor and pushed the door open.
“Bill, I’m fine,” I walked passed Greyson making sure to hold my breath. “Let’s go,”
“We’re not done talking,” Greyson said grabbing my wrist.
“We are,” I pulled away from him. “Just leave me alone.”
I didn’t let go of my breath until Bill and I were out of the bathroom. I looked over my shoulder to see that Greyson hadn’t moved from his spot. His face was stoic, but his eyes looked sad.
“It’s for the best,” I thought to myself. Except, if it really was for the best, why did it hurt to see him that way?
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