My Best Friend Grant

Exposed

Grant ran out the door after her. "Trisha wait!"

She kept walking to her car, ignoring him. When he finally caught up to her, she turned her to face him.

"Trisha, what are you doing?"

Trisha met his gaze. "Oh, so now you want to talk?"

I joined them by her car. "That's not fair and you know it."

"Not fair?! Really?" She glared at me. "You stealing my boyfriend is not fair!"

I went to lunge at her and Grant held me back. "She didn't have to steal me from you, it's never been you Trisha."

She scuffed. "She's been trying to get us to break up from the moment we got together, it's so obvious."

"It's not my fault you lost Grant. You're the one who can't keep your legs closed."

Her mouth gaped. Grant stifled his laugh with his hand. She looked me over. "Says the girl running outside in her towel."

I cross my arms tightly over my chest. "At least I shower."

Grant glared at her. "You're going to delete that picture. It's up to you whether you do that out of your own free will or if I have to rip that phone out of your hand."

She took a step towards Grant. "That's not going to happen."

"Oh, so I guess you've made your decision then." He says, turning and shaking his head at me.

"Yes I have." Trisha responded.

I hear high heels clicking on the pavement and watch in disbelief as Trisha runs up behind Grant and smacks him in the back of the head with a sharp-edged rock. Before I knew what was happening, Grant was holding his head cussing loudly. How didn't I notice she'd grabbed it? I felt a little sick realizing I couldn't defend Grant, I watched him get hurt. Grant's eyes were piercing through Trisha. I saw blood seeping through his hand. I immediately ran over to him.

"Grant! Are you okay?" I spoke frantically, forgetting all about Trisha and her stupid picture.

He nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. It's just a little scratch." Judging from the blood on his hand, he was majorly downsizing the severity of his injury. "I'm fine, go get the phone off that psycho."

"Grant, you need to get to the hospital." I said, refusing to acknowledge Trisha's presence.

Just then I heard a car start up and drive away. I didn't need to turn around to know it was Trisha.

Grant moved towards the road . "That's it, I'm going to kill her. I don't even care about the prison time anymore."

"She's the one who's getting prison time." I said while taking his hand and leading him towards his house.

Grant squinted. "Rinnie, I don't mean to micromanage, but we're heading the wrong way."

I shook my head. "Nope, this is exactly the way I'm trying to go."

He started trying to walk the other way. "We need to catch up with Trisha."

"Will you come on before you bleed out?" I tugged his at his arm. He finally caved and followed me into his house.

Grant's hand was coated in blood. "Okay, so I say we take my car and follow her to Liam's. I'll have a friend pull her over to buy us some time."

"Let me see." I reached for his hand that was covering his head.

He pulled back. "That's what you want to see? I have other things that are probably a lot more interesting to look at. Things that are in more dire need of your attention."