“Are you sure you want to do this?”
I glanced back over my shoulder at a concerned looking Bri and nodded before pushing myself out of her car.
“Grace!” She called before I shut the door. Sticking my head back into her car, I raised my eyebrows. “Good luck,” She smiled slightly, giving me a thumbs up. I grimaced back before shutting the car door and making my way up the driveway and onto the front porch.
I raised my hand over the doorbell and took a deep breath before shoving my finger into it.
Faintly, I could hear the doorbell ring on the other side, followed by the loud bark of a dog as it ran towards the door excitedly. Peering through the small glass window on the other side of the door, I saw a figure appear at the end of the hall. He was sliding across the hardwood floors in his white socks before he noticed me peering in. He stopped suddenly and just about turned the other way, all but ready to ignore me at his door when I shouted, “I’m sorry!”
He stopped in his tracks and looked at me carefully, his face wavering between hate and anger before it settled on defeat. His shoulders slumped slightly before he finally moved towards the door. It swung open and Jakey, his golden retriever, bounded out and up to me. I bent down and he showered my face in wet licks. I rubbed under his ear and he panted happily before Greg shooed him back inside.
I stood up and was face to face with Greg. For a moment, I didn’t know what to say, and it looked like he didn’t know what to say either. But I knew what I had come here for.
“Greg, I’m really sorry that I was such a bitch to you,” I said quietly, trying to avoid eye contact. “I was really just trying to push Parker away because, you were right, I like him. And I should’ve listened to you all those times you tried to talk to me; I should’ve been a better friend. I’m sorry that I can’t return any feelings towards you, but I wish I knew so I could’ve at least...” I trailed off, unable to think of what else I could’ve done.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have taken out my anger that you won’t- can’t return those feelings because you already love someone else. I was selfish, and I’m sorry,” He replied. I finally had the courage to raise my head and look him in those grey eyes of his.
Love. There was that word again. It was hard for me to swallow with all these people trying to shove it down my throat. I barely knew what it was- how was I supposed to be in it?
We both took a moment before I shook my head and sighed. I held my arms out for a hug and he raised an eyebrow before reaching out and tucking his arms underneath my own, picking me up as he did so. I let out a girlish squeal followed by a laugh when he spun me around. When he let me down after a minute, I stuck my hand out to him.
“Friends?” I asked gently. He smiled and stuck his hand into my own before replying, “Friends.”
“Alright, well, I got to get back to my house, I’m already on strict orders by my mom to be home by five, and it looks like I’ll just make it,” I said while glancing at my phone for the time. The digital clock flashed 4:45 PM.
“I’ll see you around at school tomorrow then?” He asked me with a raised dark blond eyebrow.
“Yeah, unfortunately I’m leaving Saturday instead of tomorrow, and knowing Parker, he’ll show up just to spite me,” I mumbled. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.
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Parker Stevens, I Can Hold a Grudge
Teen Fiction(Unedited and started in 2010, beware of plot holes, terrible grammar and other misfortunes) Grace Tailor shouldn't have gone to that party on new years. She's regretted it ever since. Maybe if she hadn't have met Parker Stevens there, she would hav...
