Page 114 of Never Have I Ever
She’ll forget about me sooner or later. She’s probably starting to, but I’ll never forget her. I’ll never forget my angel and how sweet she sounds when she laughs or even says my name.Grayson. One word, and I’m weak. One fucking word, and I fall to my knees. She has no idea what she’s done to me. I have no idea how I’m going to get over her.
It’s like as soon as she stepped into my life, she became the thing that was missing. That sounds dumb. Fuck, What the hell am I even thinking? I sound like one of those delusional girls. Jesus. I need a fucking drink.
The only reason I’m here is because Aiden called me telling me he needed a ride home, even though his shift doesn’t end for another two hours, which I didn’t know until I got here and my eyes met hers.
He probably set this up, which wouldn’t surprise me. I should go home. I should leave and come back when the bar closes. I shouldn’t be looking towards her blonde hair and his hands on her body.
My jaw is so tight, it fucking hurts. I tear my eyes away from them as I tap on the counter, getting Aiden’s attention. “Get me a scotch.”
He chokes out a laugh. “Bro, relax your face. Jesus.”
I glare at him. “I don’t need beauty tips. I need a drink.”
He shakes his head, filling up a glass with the dark liquid. “You need to talk to her,” he says, sliding the drink to me.
I take a sip of the drink and shrug. “What is there to talk about? It’s over. It was a hook-up, and it’s done.” Even as I’m saying those words, I know it’s not true. Nothing about us was a hook-up. We were so much more than that.
He narrows his eyes at me. “You don’t act like this over any hook-up.”
I haven’t mentioned anything to Aiden about Rosie. He doesn’t know that what happened between us was so much more than fucking, even if he suspects it. He doesn’t know that she was perfect, so sweet, so beautiful and I fucked it all up. I fucked her up.
I take another swig of my drink and look over my shoulder, where they’re still dancing. Her head is laying on his shoulder. The sight makes the tight feeling in my chest increase tenfold. I don’t want some other guy making her happy. Making her smile and laugh and being the cause of that sweet sound coming out of her mouth.
I don’t want that asshole’s hands on her hips, feeling her body under his hands. Feeling how good holding her is. Jesus, how much fucking longer are they going to keep dancing, “Does this song ever end?” I huff out.
Aiden laughs, and I flip him off. He sighs and leans on the counter. “What happened between you two?” He asks.
I fucked up.“Nothing.” I spit out, knowing it’s bullshit.
He scoffs. “C’mon. I’m not stupid.”
I groan. I know how he is. He’s not going to let this go. “Jesus. Fine.” I spit out. “You were right. She got attached; she told me she loves me.” I say, craving the burn from the whiskey in my throat.
His brows draw together. “So?”
I lift my eyes to meet his. “So? Didn’t you hear what I said?”
He nods. “Yeah, but why’s that a bad thing?”
I laugh bitterly. “Because she doesn’t love me,” I tell him. “I don’t know what she feels for me, but love isn’t it.”
“And you don’t love her?” he asks.
“Of course not.” I down the rest of the glass. “Love isn’t fucking real.”
He laughs. He actually laughs, shaking his head. “Tell me you don’t believe that.”
I shake my head. “You do?” I ask him, staring up at his face. It looks like he’s about to laugh again.
“Believe in love?” he raises his brow. “Uh, yeah?”
“Christ,” I mutter, running a hand down my face.
“Hey, can I get a beer over here?” someone mutters.
He sighs, lifts himself off the counter, and starts filling a glass with beer. “Grayson. if you don’t think love is real, then what is it you think you feel for Rosalie?” He asks me.
“I don’t feel anything for her.” I force out, hating how my throat seems to constrict as the words come out of it.
