“Yeah, can you hold on a second?” I ask her, not waiting for her reply. I storm back into our bedroom and stare down at a sleeping Grayson.
“Gray,” I say, shaking his shoulder. His eyes open, and then a smile forms on his lips. “Dylan’s here.” That gets his attention.
“Dylan?” he asks, brows drawing together. “What the f**k?”
“She’s at the door,” I say, shrugging. I have no idea what’s going on, or why she’s here. He gets out of bed and throws on a pair of jeans. “And a shirt.”
He stops at the door, turns back and grabs a white t-shirt, sliding it over his head. I follow him as he walks to the door.
“What are you doing here?” he asks her. Instead of answering, she runs to him, and wraps her arms around him. He stiffens, shooting me an apologetic look.
“I had a fight with Dad. I have nowhere else to go, so I was hoping I could stay here. You always said if I needed a place to crash…”
I see him mouth the word f**k. “That was before, Dylan, and you know it. Paris lives with me now, so I’m going to have to retract that offer.”
I tap my foot, watching the scene unfold. “You’re going to turn me away because of her?”
“Yes,” Grayson says. “I love her. You need to find somewhere else to stay if you’re having issues with your parents.”
She takes a step back from him and turns her head to stare at me. “I have nowhere else to go. I thought I could always crash here if I needed to, because that’s what you told me!”
“Go stay at Leah’s, or my parents then,” Grayson says, looking frustrated. He keeps sending me little worried glances.
“She knows we’ve f**ked before, Grayson. I was your first after all,” she says, looking at me as she says it. Riiiigghhht. Well, I’m f**king done. As I turn away, I hear Grayson calling out my name. I ignore him and go back into our room and flop on the bed. It’s always something, isn’t it? I rub my forehead, feeling a migraine coming on. I can hear Grayson and her arguing at the front door, but I try to block them out. She was his first? I don’t want to be jealous, I don’t. It doesn’t change the fact that I am.
He enters the room a few minutes later, his face drawn, and his head down. “I’m so sorry she came here, babe. Please don’t be mad. I told her she can’t stay here.” He moves closer to me. “She’s just starting shit. Don’t let her win,” he says, sitting next to me and putting his hand on my hip.
“She’s such a bitch,” I growl.
Grayson exhales, looking down at me. “I know. She just wanted to hurt you. Fuck her.”
“Well, she succeeded,” I say.
“Paris…”
“She was your first! She will always have that piece of you. I get it—I do. I don’t have to like having it shoved in my face, though,” I say, getting up and heading to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me and lean against it. Sliding down to the floor, I sit there. Thinking. He knocks a few times and gently says my name. He pleads with me. I ignore him. I start to feel a little nauseous after a while. Grayson must still be on the other side of the door, because when I start to throw up, the knocks get louder.
“Open the door, Paris!” he growls.
“I’m fine!” I call out.
“No, you’re not. Please just open the door!”
I have a quick shower, brush my teeth then exit the bathroom. Grayson is sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. He looks up as soon as he hears me. “Are you ill?”
“I’m fine,” I say, ignoring his worried stares. I do math in my head. When was my last period? Did I skip any pills? Sometimes, I would forget one day, but take two the next day to make up for it. I was told that was okay by London, and she should know! I look at the time and curse. "I need to get to class.” And then I have a shift at work.
“Can we talk before you leave?” he asks, standing up.
“No, I don’t feel like talking right now,” I say, getting dressed in jeans and an off the shoulder black top.
“Don’t do this...”
“We can talk later tonight, okay? I just want to have some time right now,” I explain.
He agrees but doesn’t look too happy about it.
Chapter Thirty
“What’s up your butt?” London asks, looking concerned.
“What’s with you and butts?” I ask dryly, throwing some of the empty beer bottles in the recycling bin.
“Don’t change the subject,” she says.
“Fine,” I huff. “Grayson and I had a fight. And then I threw up. And my period is late.”
Her blue eyes widen almost hysterically. “Information overload. Let’s go with the biggest shocker—pregnant?”
“I don’t know for sure,” I sigh, plopping down on one of the stools. The place is dead.
“I’m going to be an aunty? I’m too young to be an aunty!” she says dramatically.
“How did I know you were going to make this about you?” I ask her, rolling my eyes.
She ignores my comment. “Did you tell Grayson?”
“No, there’s no point saying anything until I know,” I say, laying my forehead against the cool bar counter.
“The fact that you’re stressing about it… He should be right there with you, sis. What did you guys fight over?” she asks, blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.