Out of My Control [bxb]

Chapter 43

POV: Reid

My stomach drops, my heart throbbing in discomfort. Seeing my boyfriend standing there- a deer caught in headlights- like he's about to apologize for something I don't want to hear. God, please, he didn't cheat on me. He wouldn't. Nothing happened. Please, please, please.

But, a guy has his grip on my Grayson's waist. What the fuck?

"Reid," Grayson pushes the taller boy back and when I get a clear look at the guy's face. I realize who it is.

Grayson's ex.

Luke? Logan? Liam? I don't remember his name, but here he is, the guy from the photographs. The annoyingly good looking ex who made me insecure just from a picture. In person? I want to slip through the carpet below my feet and never return.

I feel small compared to him. Well, I am small compared to him. He's all muscles and protein shakes- just like the pictures from before- and I'm... I'm a chopstick. What the fuck?

"He's scrawnier in person," the ex comments, sizing me up. I feel sick to my stomach.

"Fuck off, Logan," Grayson spits out.

I still can't get a single word past my teeth. I'm just standing here, my jaw slack, and my body wants to crumble. My breath is coming out shorter. I'm gonna have a panic attack. In front of Grayson and his beautiful ex boyfriend and if that's not the most humiliating thing, I don't know what is. (Okay, maybe the whole school seeing Grayson and I making out is more embarrassing... actually, I don't know. I'll think on that later).

"Alright, I'll leave," He- Logan- says with a hint of deviousness to his tone. I want to cry. "You two probably have a lot to talk about." He's looking at Grayson now, "I'm staying at the Hilton hotel until Thursday. I'm sure you still have my number, so just text me when you're done." He steps my way, but before he walks out the door, Logan looks me up and down one more time. He speaks only to me, "Good thing you didn't walk in earlier," his voice is small, but brutal. "I wouldn't have wanted you to see anything you didn't want to." He grins.

There's tears building up in my eyes, and I know he catches them. But they don't fall. I hold myself together as he nudges past me and walks down the stairs.

Those words ring in my ear, stabbing and twisting into my heart. I bleed out.

Grayson doesn't say anything to me until we hear the front door slam shut. How Logan even got here is a mystery to me, but I don't have time to dwell on it as Grayson's talking quickly to me.

"Whatever he just said to you, he's lying," Grayson's up close to me.

I push past him, so I'm in the room. "What he just said was that it's good I didn't walk in earlier or I would've seen something I didn't want to see," I tried not to blink, but I do and it releases tears. My voice cracks when I say, "And based on how it looked when I did walk in-"

"Nothing happened, I swear," Grayson's back at my side, his thumbs swiping my tears away. "He just says shit to get to you. That's what he does; he fucks with your head."

"Do you still have his number?" I ask, my voice shaking.

Please say no, Grayson. Please don't have his number.

But I get the answer from his guilty, blue eyes and my heart cracks. I step away from his touch. "I... I just haven't gone through my contacts," is my boyfriend's shity explanation.

"What would've happened if I hadn't walked in?" My hearts pounding out of my aching chest. I don't want to hear this answer.

"Nothing. I- I don't know," he looks shameful. Fuck, I hate that expression on him.