Page 44 of Make You Love Me

Frankie's head turns, catches Greyson staring, and turns back at me. Corbin repeats the same motion moments later. I refocus my attention on the table trying desperately to ignore Amber's arm linked in Greyson’s and how sick it makes me feel.Why is he doing this to me? To us? I hate this so much.I can feel Frankie’s observant eyes on me. I refuse to make eye contact, I know she’ll see too much, and I'm not ready for that yet.

I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my throat. Why does he have to be staring at me? It's bad enough the bitch is hanging onto him like a spider monkey, but seriously, does he want me to tear up in front of the whole freaking cafeteria?

Out of nowhere Snow chuckles to himself, as if he’s in on some secret. Shaking his head, he says, “See I told you, you’re going to be trouble.” I can't help the nervous laugh that escapes, letting out some of the pent-up tension I'm feeling.

Fortunately, the conversation moves on and I'm trying my hardest to stay focused on the smiling friendly faces surrounding me and not the broody handsome-as-sin face I can see out of my peripheral vision. “There’s a bonfire this weekend after the game. You should come. It’ll be kick ass,” I hear Frankie say from across the table.

Looking up I realize she was directing that comment my way. “Oh—yeah, sounds like fun,” I reply, not really sure what I’m agreeing to. I need to get out of this room to clear my head. I was doing just fine when he wasn’t smack dab in front of my face and sitting all cozy next toher.

Ashley is going to have a field day with this one. I can just hear her now, plotting all the ways we can discreetly get back at Amber for being such a bitch. Don’t get me started on the list she already has for Greyson. She swore her allegiance and secrecy when everything went down with him. I know she still sees Trent, and I'm sure he was fishing for information for his cousin, but I'm confident she hasn’t said a word. I trust her. Plus, she was so damn mad, I didn’t want her hate for Greyson to spoil what she has going on with Trent.

The table is still discussing the plans for Friday night when I chance a glance in Greyson’s direction. I've felt his eyes on me non-stop since I sat down, and sure enough, he’s still staring at me. While our eyes are locked, he shifts his position and straddles the bench, causing his legs to open towards the bitch. He then grabs her waist and slides her so she’s nestled between his thighs. When I see her look up at him, they're so close their lips could touch at any second—the thought of watching them kiss has vomit rising up in my throat. I need to get out of here.

I quickly load up my garbage and grab my bag. “I'm going to hit the restroom before my next class. Remi I’ll catch up with you after. It was nice seeing you all… Can't wait for Friday,” I yell that last part over my shoulder.

Once locked securely in a bathroom stall, I try to catch my breath.Fuck him.Here I was thinking maybe we could be civil and just coexist. Who was I kidding? Now I know for sure I didn’t mistake what I saw in that video.UGH!

My hands are shaking with nerves and anger.Pulling out my phone, I do what I’ve been dreading since the night it all happened. Tears of rage blur my eyes as I unblock his number.

Me:I see Amber still likes her position between your knees. Fuck you and your little fuck buddy.

I turn off my phone and put it into my bag, not wanting to see if he responds. His actions speak for themselves. I just needed to get that out, and now that I have, I can focus on starting to heal once again. My breathing begins to calm down as I stare mindlessly at the penned-up bathroom stall walls.

I'm so ready for this day to be over so I can take out these overwhelming feelings on a punching bag. Corbin said to wait for him by the main office. So here I am, just waiting as the crowds go by. I get a few inquisitive glances, but most are too busy chatting with their friends to notice me. Good, I'm done with today and people.

I see Frankie’s hair over the sea of students, and I smile. That girl really has some bomb-ass curls. She spots me and heads over to where I'm leaning up against a windowsill.

She nudges my shoulder. “You know I know, right? Figured it out the moment I saw his face and how he was staring.” I let out a deep sigh and close my eyes. I guess he’s told them about me. “It's okay, you don’t need to talk about it right now. I just want you to know I'm here if you need to talk.”

“Thank you, I needed that,” I say, trying to fight the tightness in my throat. I will not let myself shed any more tears for him.

“No problem. Oh, and of course, I would never say anything to him. Just like I won't tell you what he's told me. Just wanted you to know I'm here,” I nod, totally understanding he's like a brother to her.

I look up into the crowd and see Greyson's sharp gaze zeroed in on us. He's heading our way with determination in his eyes. I don’t think I'm ready to talk to him, especially not after that stunt he pulled earlier.

I don’t think my heart can take any more of a beating today.

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Greyson-

The rest of the day drags by painfully slow, especially after the text she sent me.

Me:Are you fucking serious Lottie… THAT’S the first thing you say to me after a month of silence. And what the fuck are you talking about?

I responded immediately but of course she has nothing to say.Each new period, I have my eyes glued to the door, waiting for Lottie to walk in, but no such luck. I’m determined to catch her alone. I want to know why she’s here, and I don’t want to hear it through the Richmond Hills grapevine or some damn text, but from her own mouth.

When the boys and I are heading to the locker room at the end of the day, I spot those perfectly thick hips of hers leaning up against a wall chatting with Frankie and know this is my chance.

Looking at the guys, “Y’all give me a few.” I say as I take off towards Lottie.

Ford chuckles, “Well that didn’t take long, I knew she’d be the reason you’d finally get your head out of your ass…”

You have no fucking clue, brother.

Ignoring him, I go towards her. My heart is beating against my chest like Travis Barker pounding on his drums. I have missed her so fucking much. Lottie looks up and sees me coming her way. Obviously trying to avoid me she excuses herself from Frankie and begins walking away, but I’m faster. Grabbing her arm, I turn her towards me. She tries backing away from me, so I use my size to my advantage.

“Not so fast, Stacks,” I say as I back her against the wall.

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