"My life wasn't worth living until you."
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When Layla Greene struggles to handle the death of her best friend, her father decides to uproot and move her family to California in aims to keep her on the right track he put...
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Song for this chapter: Bad Blood
- Taylor Swift
They win the game 17-10, causing us to have been on the edge of our seats the entire time. Watching Gray get brutally tackled to the ground by a grab of his shirt made my stomach flip but he seemed to recover pretty quick, scoring a touchdown almost immediately after. We got on our feet and screamed for him, watching as Reece and Myles ran and jumped on him. They really are great boyfriends for him.
They all head to the changing rooms after the game has finished, Lyds and I waiting outside for them while they shower. We have plans to go out for food after - one of the cheerleaders is having a party but our track record with parties hasn't exactly been good.
"I need to pee." I tell Lydia.
"Okay, I'll wait here for you." She tells me, crossing her arms over her chest as she begins to lean against the wall.
"Don't let Gray leave without me." I tell her, watching as a loud scoff leaves her mouth.
"Like he ever would."
I push myself off of the wall, walking in the direction of the bathrooms. I managed to last throughout the duration of the game, but after two sodas I'm not surprised it caught up to me.
I'm making my way out, walking quickly as I don't want all of my friends to be waiting on me that long, when I bump into a hard figure, falling back. My head snaps up to face Kenzie, a scowl on her face as she glares down at me, her blonde hair falling over her eyes in the process. She moves to push the blonde curl away, before continuing her glare.
"Your boyfriend deserves everything coming to him." She tells me, and worry gathers into a tightly-wound ball in the pit of my stomach. I do my best to mask my emotions - not wanting her to take my facial expression and run, I know how ruthless this girl can get.
"Why? Because he rejected you?" I taunt, maybe not the best idea when she's already making threats, but it's the best I can do to make it seem like the threats aren't causing my heart to jump to my throat every time I think of Gray getting harmed.
"No because he caused George's overdose."
"You know the only thing that caused that was George's mental health." I reason, I feel sorry that's she's had to go through something like this, but she must know that Grayson was not at fault.
"He should've been with him." She shakes her head adamantly.
"And if he was with him then, George may have waited and done it another time when no one was there. Alone. It could've been so much worse if Grayson wasn't there to find him." I argue. She knows I'm right. Addiction can't be blamed on anything other than that persons mental health. It's wired into the brain, and there's nothing anyone else can do to stop it. Dull it down maybe, but even with help it's a battle. A personal battle. It cannot be fought for someone.
