I continually blinked at him like an idiot, trying to figure out if he's fucking with me or not.
"Wait, wait...wait. You know what now?" I asked him, incredulously.
He chuckled, "Yes, you heard me correctly." He grabbed both of the plates and motioned for me to follow him, "I'm starving. I'll explain as we eat."
He set the plates down on the coffee table while I made myself comfortable on the couch, ardently awaiting to hear what he had to say.
How did he even know? This is so fucking confusing.
The piercing sound of a phone ringing paused Greyson's efforts of sitting down on the couch. He glanced at the caller ID, and his body tensed.
"Is everything alright?" I questioned.
"Yeah, I just have to take this." He said, apologetically. But the hard look in his eyes seemed like he'd rather not.
"It's cool, go ahead." I nodded, reassuringly.
He made his way to the kitchen and spoke quietly; I could hear his soft murmurs from where I was sitting.
Searching around for my phone, I realized that I had left it in my bedroom. Hopping of the couch, I stopped short when I heard Greyson speak, and boy was he angry.
Even though the anger wasn't directed towards me, it sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I shouldn't eavesdrop, but I technically wasn't. His voice was loud enough to reach where I was sitting.
"Don't you fucking dare to call me again. You won't like what happens if you do, you fuck." He spat into the phone. The malice in his voice momentarily made me cower back. This wasn't the Greyson I knew.
The person on the phone must have given an inadequate answer because he let out snarl and raked his hand through his messy hair.
"Well, tell him to have some fucking patience. I'm working on it, it's not as easy as he thinks. If he wants it done fast then he can go fuck himself." He must have cut the call because I heard him mutter a few choice words followed by a loud thump.
I took my seat back on the couch, wondering what the heck just happened.
A few minutes later, Greyson made his appearance, more composed than before.
I couldn't help but ask, "Grey, is everything alright?"
He sat down beside me and taking my hand in his, he played with my fingers as a distraction.
"Grey?"
That seemed to pull him out of his reverie, he looked at me with an empty expression on his face.
"Nothing's wrong." I, of course, knew he was lying, but I didn't want to push him if he didn't want to talk about it.
Deciding that a topic-change was necessary, "How do you know what happened that day?" The curiosity was eating me.
"Are you sure you want to know?"
I gave him the 'are-you-serious' look, "What the fuck did you'll do?"
"Okay, fine. The day you dropped me off from the hospital, I got a call from Jacob asking me what had happened. He seemed distressed and concerned. Of course, it was weird that he was asking me and not you, but he seemed pretty adamant to know what happened.
"He asked me to meet him the next day at the diner. The twin's seemed hell bent on doing what they had planned. Jacob whipped out a picture of the same guy from the hospital, Christian White."
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Mystery / Thriller"I didn't know how much I needed you until I didn't have you. Every second was hell without you. Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I'm in heaven. I thought that I could wrap you up in my arms and protect you from the world, but instead I was the on...
