Short Stories

Griffin

I look across the room, seeing Abby kiss Griffin. My stomach flips and I look away.

Griffin pulls back and then his eyes meet mine.

Abby is my friend. She has been for a really long time.

Griffin and I are complicated...

We're at some party at a huge house and I don't know what to do.

I walk over to the drinks and down a shot, letting it burn down my throat, then I rush out of the room and walk outside into the cold night.

I wrap my arms around myself.

I'm sick of these games with him.

Griffin just makes out with girls to make me mad and then he looks sorry after he does it and I never know what to think, or if it's all in my head.

He constantly gets his way. He's never sorry and he lies to me. I'm sick of always hearing about things he says behind my back.

But I don't even try to move on anymore. He makes that impossible and he does it on purpose.

Even though I feel desperate, I look at him again and he has his hands in some chicks hair. He pulls her head back and kisses her neck.

His hands move all over her as she withers under his touch.

Maybe he's over it. Maybe I should be too.

The girl laughs at something he says and then she jumps up, wrapping her legs around him.

I let out a huff of air and then I walk away. I make my way through whoever's house this is and I finally find a way outside.

I walk out into a huge backyard and sit down on the grass. It's the best kind of grass. The soft, cushiony kind that's slightly damp with dew and freshly cut.

I sit her for a long time, thinking.

I've never pegged myself as the type to be so caught up in a boy. I don't like that and I'm trying to figure out if all of this shit is worth it. If Griffin is worth it.

I think hard.

I want to not see him. But I can't see him, without wanting him. And if we're alone, all of my inhibitions just completely float away and I can't control myself. I don't know wether I should love that feeling, or if I should be afraid of it.

It doesn't necessarily hurt me when he leaves. It doesn't even HURT me when I see him with other girls. What hurts is that he never opens up to me. He never tells me anything about himself. He doesn't love.

And he's so angry with everything, he just pushes me away.

I lay down in the grass, looking up at the stars.

When someone comes outside and sits down next to me, I know who it is without looking.

"Griffin," I say, quietly.

"Lottie." He greets me.

I don't look at him. We're alone. We both know where this is going.

"So did you plan on seducing me outside tonight, or did all of this happen spontaneously?" He asks in his sexy voice.

I narrow my eyes. "I don't want you, anymore, Griffin." I finally tell him, deciding that if I can't have all of him, I don't want any of him.

"What?" he asks, looking angry.

I shake my head.

"What the hell are you talking about, Lottie?"

"You barely even touch me, anymore. You can hardly look at me." I shrug. "I'm just done."