Anyway, this chapter contains DRAMA.
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remember what you read from the previous chapter, baby. ;)
This one's dedicated to:
Leah Zarcilla (LEAHZARCILLA1) (I randomnly picked hehe.)
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"Uh, yes?" I answered Greyson upon hearing my name coming out. I tried not to shake while answering so I just kind of stammered answering. He looked up at the ceiling with his hands, spread over the sofa. I think he's going to say something important. I feel a little bit of excitement.
He looked at me, "How's Marielle?" Wow, I thought he was going to say something else. Upon hearing those words, it made me feel a little of anger because I remember what he did.
My furious eyes came out, "So, you think I have forgotten about what you did to her? Well, no. She's now through with you and had quit her feelings." I pointed a finger to him that made him looked at me so strange. "You know, if I was on her shoes, I wouldn't even cry. I could have just break your bones." Ooh, bitchy YN is here.
"It was an accident, okay?" He cackled in between words he's saying. "I-I saw a spider that's why I jumped off." He continued cackling. His reasons. It's pretty obvious he's lying.
"I know you're lying, Greyson." I fumed, looking straightly at him. "You always laugh in between words you're saying everytime you lie. I know you a lot." I grabbed a cookie from the tray, not even regretting saying that. I bit the cookie and drank my juice. Greyson said nothing upon hearing that.
Why? What did I say?
"H-how did you know?"
"Duh, I noticed it when we were still 'dating'." I answered him straightly and continued eating some cookies. "Alexa bakes so well. Mmm."
Greyson stopped speaking for a moment. He must be processing. I know he has forgotten about me. I said that in purpose because I really do wanted him to remember.
I can now explain those feelings I feel everytime I think about him.
Everytime I hear his name.
Everytime I see a picture of him.
I can now explain why my cheeks turn red everytime I see him with my bestfriend.
I can now explain why I feel flipping pancakes over my tummy since the second day of our "date".
It is because...
I like him.
A lot.
It was an accident being picked as the ''lucky fan''.
Nothing like what I have expected.
SURELY not what I wanted.
but suddenly, my whole life kinda change. I don't feel bitchy anymore. I used to hate guys because of my ex-boyfriend.
Destiny, thank you for making me see him again.
GREYSON
She knows I laugh in between words I'm saying when I lie. How did she know? Is she some kind of a wizard or something?
"DUH, I noticed it when we were still "dating"."
This made me stop for a while. I looked at her grab some cookies and drink her juice. Wow, I had never thought she would still remember that. I thought she doesn't have a long term memory because back after my mini concert in Los Angeles, after she got picked, she suddenly forgot about the date. Heck, you don't know how glad I am hearing those words. I really thought she had forgotten about me but no. NO.
I like YN since the very first time she told me that she hates me.
I like her words like "You're a son of a gun", "You're a piece of bubblegum", "Butthole".
I find it really cute when she says those words especially when she blushes.
YN in a hotdog suit really turned me on.
Plus, she makes me laugh everytime.
Her freakiness made me like her even more.
Destiny, thank you for making me see her again.
"YN." I looked at her that made her look at me too. "I mi------------" I was about to complete this when someone interrupted.
"YN? Greyson? Why?"
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