forum Under Seven Minutes // Private RP

Started April 08, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Gray,” she complained, tugging lightly on his sleeve without thinking about the consequences of her actions. “Come on..”

Gray snatched her hand, pulling her close until their faces were inches apart. He gritted his teeth.

“I’m jealous,” he answered, narrowing his eyes. “I’m jealous because you let that guy get close to you and I’ve known you for four years and you look at me like I’m not even worth your time. That’s what’s bothering me.”

Violeta’s eyes went wide. Heart thumping, breath hitching, she met Gray’s eyes with something akin to fear.

“I—I don’t understand,” she stammered, completely frozen in place. “You have known me for four years. And you’ve spent those four years—you’ve doent them—“

But in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. You’ve spent them trying to twist me around your finger and then push me to the ground. “I don’t look at you like you’re not worth my time.”

The moment he saw the fear in her eyes, Gray let her go and stepped back.

“Maybe you should see the look on your face every time you see me,” he said in surprisingly soft voicr. “Then you’ll realize exactly what I mean. Go back to class. I think we’re done here.”

“I don’t understand you,” Violeta told him quietly, stepping back. “‘That look’ is what you’ve always wanted. If you don’t want me to be afraid, then stop trying to push me down.”

Before he could argue or respond, she was gone.

Push her dow—what? Gray stared after her, confusion on his features. What in the world did she mean by that?

Shaking his head, Gray turned his heel to walk away. Josh and Violeta flashed in his mind again—her pink cheeks, beautiful laughter, his flirting. He didn’t like the idea of him flirting with her.

So Grayson walked back into class, the scowl still on his features.

Violeta returned to her seat, silent. She was equal parts baffled, frustrated, and afraid—what could he mean? He was jealous of Josh? Did that mean—no, that was impossible. Was he lying again?

Gray took his seat, folding his arms, trying hard not to look at Violeta and Josh. Especially not at them. He fished out his phone and his earphones, but he played no music.

This was so childish.

Violeta glanced up when Josh poked her arm, blinking rapidly. “So..?” he promoted gently, “What did Grayson say?”

Violeta sighed. “I’m not even completely sure myself. Either way, he’s probably just… doing what he usually does. He thinks he can lie to me.”

Gray pretended he didn't notice the exchange. He forced a growl to the back of his throat, keeping his eyes on the phone.

This was going to be a long day. A terribly long one. When will the teacher get back?

“What did he say, though?” Josh persisted, raising an eyebrow. Violeta gave him an amused look. “Something about knowing me for four years. Something about jealousy. I don’t even know..”

Josh burst out laughing. “You’re so oblivious it hurts, Violeta.”

Gray glowered as Josh burst out laughing, jealousy leaking out of him like water from a dam. What were they even talking about?

No, he didn't care. Not anymore. She could flirt and kiss and date anyone she liked. It was not his business.

Even if he wanted that 'anyone' to be him.

Violeta gave him a funny look. "I know what you're thinking, Josh, and it sounds so impossible that I wasn't to laugh, too. You don't know him like I do."

"I apparently know him well enough to notice when he's staring at you like you're a present he wants to unwrap."

“How many times do I have to hit my head on a desk repeatedly to pass out?” Gray muttered to himself, sinking further into his seat. “Or die. Whichever works.”

That was much better than bearing this. He decided he had had enough of hearing their laughter, and played music, closing his eyes and leaning back.

Violeta's face exploded into a vivid shade of red.

"He does not," she spluttered, leaning over to punch Josh's arm. He merely caught her wrist, however, giving her a teasing look before threading their fingers together.

Sometimes Gray hated himself. Why couldn’t he have just kept his eyes closed? Why did he have to open them and watch as that guy link their fingers together?

Gray was just about ready to explode in jealousy. He shouldn’t have come back. He should’ve just skipped class entirely. But of course she went ahead and told him about his jealousy. Of course she did. Why else would Josh hold her hand like that, and right after Gray and Violeta came back?

He growled lightly, fisting his hands, ready to punch something. This was stupid.

Josh shot a look over Violeta's shoulder, then drew his eyes back to her face. "Look behind you."

Violeta was too preoccupied with staring at their linked fingers to follow his instructions. "You just—You—" Josh merely smiled, then indicated his head in Gray's direction. "Look behind you, and you'll see I'm right."

But she didn't, suddenly hesitant.

Gray was glaring coldly at Josh, at their linked hands and very much at the back of Violeta’s head. His eyes burned furiously. So that was their goal. That was what she wanted. Instead of saying it outright, she chose to do this.

If she wanted to play that game, so would Gray. She could kiss up to anyone she wanted. To hell with his feelings.

So Gray turned away, forcing himself to not care. This humiliation was enough.

Violeta coughed awkwardly and pulled her hand from Josh's. She didn't dare look behind her, afraid of what she might see… despite the fact that what Josh was claiming was impossible. It just wouldn't happen. It was a ludicrous, insane concept, and one that would never come to fruition.

Right?

By the time his last class was over, Gray was just about ready to go back home and collapse in his room. It did not help at all that he had to witness his crush of four years flirt with another guy, especially to humiliate him.

He shook his head and grabbed his bag just as the bell rang, and walked out into the hallway.

Only to bump into the man who stole his crush from right under his feet.

Josh stumbled backwards, pressing a hand to the wall in order to steady himself. "Sorry, sorry," he apologized, laughing at his own clumsiness, but there was something competitive beneath his friendly tone, coiled like a snake ready to strike. Gray….. This was the man who clearly liked the same girl he did.. but did he have a chance?

"You're Grayson, right?"

Gray’s eyes snapped towards his, eyes narrowing. He recognized that tone of voice anywhere. He had used that plenty of times.

“That’s me,” Gray responded, forcing a smile on his features, though his eyes remained cold. “Sorry about that. I should be paying more attention to my surroundings.”

"Oh, don't worry about it," Josh waved the apology off, shifting to the side in order to let a group of girls pass. "I'm really clumsy, that was my fault. You're friends with Violeta, right?"

Clearly he had some sort of higher motive, because anyone with eyes could see that Gray and Violeta were far from friends.

Gray quirked an eyebrow, his hands fisting in his pockets. So this was a competition to him. What for, when there was nothing to compete about?

“No,” Gray responded, chuckling. “You’re mistaken. We’re not friends.”

"Oh?" Josh mustered a perplexed expression, pushing his glasses a little farther up his nose. "I'm sorry—you just seemed a little protective of her, I guess. Sorry for the misunderstanding."