Alone

Chapter 19

Times like these made me regret ever picking up that phone. Jacob was going to fulfil that death wish sooner than expected if he kept messing about so much.

I held my head in embarrassment as Jacob skipped away. He always liked to meddle in things that his small brain wouldn't understand and at times like these I wanted to throttle and smack some sense into him.

This just made things even more difficult. I wasn't ready to face Greyson before and now it was about a hundred times worse. I glanced at Greyson to see him equally shocked as well. Glad to know I'm not the only one who felt uneasy and discomfort.

Sighing internally, I said, "I'm sorry. Ignore him; he likes to be overly dramatic." I nervously twiddled with my fingers under the table as I tried to diffuse the situation.

He nodded in response, but didn't say anything. Jeez, this was so awkward.

"Eli." He said, disturbing the uncomfortable silence. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered when he looked at me with those piercing grey eyes of his. I was seriously beginning to hate that name.

"Yeah?" I murmured. I focused on the table, so I didn't have to look at those bewitching eyes. They would trap me and keep me hostage.

"Look at me." I couldn't. "Please?" The desperation that laced his words almost coerced me into looking at him. He had me wrapped me around his finger and he didn't even know. 

He let out a sigh at the lack of response. Taking matters into his own hands, he leant across the table and gently gripped my chin; making me look up at him. His touch sent shivers down my spine and I flinched back at the sudden feeling. A look of hurt washed over his face, it vanished the next second. He leaned back into his seat and gazed at me.

"What do you want, Greyson?" I was tired of the constant back and forth. I crossed my arms over my chest, and this time looked him straight in the eyes.

"I owe you an apology for the way I treated you that day. You helped me, and I acted like a dick after everything." He paused as if figuring out what to say next. "I'm sincerely sorry for snapping at you; I was overwhelmed and I removed it out on you a-and I'm not using that as an excuse if that's what you're thinking—" He breathed in. "I just wanted to apologize, and I hope you accept my apology."

"Greyson, it's okay." I gave him a small smile and stared out of the window. I didn't want to hold a grudge.

"Eli." He said once again.

"Hmm?" I answered. When he remained silent, I turned to look at him. He seemed hesitant to continue.

"Grey." He looked at me. "Spit it out already."

"I was wondering that as an extension to my apology, I want to take you out." He stated while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "A-And, that's only if you want to. If you're uncomfortable then, it's okay and—"

"What?"

He looked perplexed, but proceeded to repeat himself.

"Stop, I heard you." I interrupted his rambling. "Why?" I asked baffled at his request.

"Isn't it obvious? I've treated you like shit which you clearly don't deserve after all your help. I was so upset at myself for snapping at you, and I felt even worse when I couldn't make it up to you." Yeah, cause I was ignoring him, but he didn't mention that. 

"I know how much you love food and therefore I decided that getting you food would be the best thing. That week had been a bad one and I fucking hate myself for removing my frustration on you. And I totally understand if you don't want to come because it's justified by the way I treated you, but—"