"Dude! You missed everything. I didn't take you for-" he stops himself abruptly, "people took hours of plane rides just to come here and you leave more important people for her?" Ethan says, acting like I wasn't even here.

I thought Ethan and I had worked things out between us. I guess I was wrong.

"Relax Ethan," Gryason says in a very raspy low voice, must be because we were sleeping almost a minute ago.

"I just don't get it Gray," Ethan says dejectedly, he sounds extremely dissapointed making my heart sink.

"Thats becuase you don't know Y/N. have you even considered the fact that she is sitting rigfht next to me?!" Grayson says, tightening his grip around my body.

Ethan looks at me for a split second, "Maybe you like her, I mean she's pretty. But you'll get over her in a week like you always do. And what if she's not over you like your other girl was, we both know you would've slept with her that night becuase you were too scared you would hurt her,"

"She wanted to have sex, I didn't. Big deal. I wasn't gonna push her off me like you did,"

"WHY NOT!?" Ethan shouts, releasing his anger and throwing his hands up.

I could see anger in his eyes, and my brain made a connection. Anger = pain. My whole body tensed. I forced my  eyes closed and finched with Ethan's hands. I didn't realize I was mumbling until silence fell upon us.

"What did you just say?" Ethan asks, his tone was completely contrasting to his previous anger. All frustration vanished, and was replaced with concern and sorrow.

I didn't respond, just hid behind Grayson.

"She said something like 'dont hit me' I think," Grayson mumbles. Ethan throws his hands up to the sides of his heads, presenting regret.

"Shit!" he shouts, "I'm an ass, Gray," Ethan says.

They make a few more statements that are incoherent, but Grayson tells Ethan that I would probobly need time. Leaving me alone with Grayson.

"Hey," he whispers, "Why did- ... Ethan wouldn't-... I mean you're alright. I wouldn't let anything happen. And Ethan would never hurt you on purpose," he pauses to mumble, "I'd kill him,"

Something about his words, I shuffled a bit. Trying to wipe away as much tears off my cheeks as possible.

It was clearly impossible because as soon as you caught eyes with him. It was impossible to leave his gaze.

"Oh babygirl..." he says sympathetically, then he seems to look shocked, apparently he thought he'd never say that.

"Uh I mean...you're uh crying," he says, beginning to blush. And scratch the back of his neck.

I take a deep breath before standing up, removing myself from Graysons comforting touch. I couldn't be with him.

"Wait!" He stands up with you, his thoughts completely change and his expressions turn to confusion, "Who did that to your face?!" He asks.

My heart seems to jump, and panic floods through your veins. My chest tightens.

Quickly, my mouth drops open to lie, but staring at Graysons face my mind becomes blank.

"Well?" He asked. Now was not the time for this, he can't know about what happens behind closed doors.

"It's kinda embarrassing but I bumped into a doorway yesterday, I was running because my phone was at 1%," I shrug nonchalantly, when really panic was coursing through my veins.

Grayson sighs, reluctantly accepting my proposal.

Thank God.

"Are you really leaving?"