Page 13 of Pucking Grey

Now he’s studying me, and I don’t like it.

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask, meeting his gaze.

“Why are you so scared?” he gently asks, observing me. His eyes stare straight into mine. I don’t like that he’s using my phrase against me.

I sigh. “I came here to clear my mind, Greyson, not to be questioned by my cheating fake boyfriend.”

“Ouch,” he says. “Labeling me a cheater when this isn’t even real?”

“How do you think it makes me look?” I scoff. My feet are heavily stomping on this moving belt.

Greyson’s eyebrows flick. “Nothing they weren’t thinking before.”

I cock my head to the side to look at him. “That’s really nice, Greyson.” I am trying hard not to overreact. Because that’s what guys like him want, right? They press buttons for any sort of reaction, and I need him to know he can’t irk me. He’s not ever going to win. But I do feel like I could cry. I suck it up and save it for tonight when I’m alone in the shower. “That is so nice of you. Really.”

He remains silent like he should, continuing to walk on the treadmill.

I say, “You’re insane if you think I’m going to be your friend after this.”

He stops me with his sarcastic fucking chuckle. “Friend?” He shakes his head. “Baby, I don’t have friends. I only do two things: fuck or disappear.”

“Oh,” I break into laughter. “So, I should consider myself lucky then?Baby?”

He’s nodding. He’s actually nodding nonstop sarcastically. So I start nodding back at him.

“Yeah?” I question, still nodding like a psycho.

“Yeah.” He lifts a brow, shutting off the machine. “I’ll see you at your place tonight.”

“You’re coming?” I ask because he normally skips out on these types of things. I turn off my machine and hop off.

“I don’t know aboutcoming, but I’ll be there.”

I’m instantly disgusted, and in return, he laughs.

“Save the visuals for someone who cares,” I scoff.

“Oh, right. We established earlier that you don’t care. My apologies.” He steps closer to me, touching my hair. I know every move of Greyson’s is calculated. He wouldn’t be doing this to lead me on, he’s getting closer because Matt is watching. I stare up at him, allowing him in my personal space.

“By the end of this, you’ll be apologizing for everything,” I whisper.

He smiles, and wow. He’s alluring, hypnotic. This close to him, and I’m almost convinced that I make him happy. I know that will never be the case.

“It’s cute you’re wearing jeans to the gym,” he says, hooking his finger in my pocket, forcing me closer to him. Why am I suddenly frozen? I’m supposed to be playing cool, like this proximity doesn’t mean a thing. “You should wear these and come here more often.”

I wink an eye, scrunching my face. “You seem more of the yoga pants kind of guy, waiting for the girls to bend over.”

He laughs. “True, but I don’t need anyone looking at you like that.”

I wince like that hurts. He is clearly not attracted to me. I lean up and kiss his cheek. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He doesn’t know how to react as he stares forward. He’s breathless? I walk away, and head back to my place.

Crew and Sydney are in the kitchen, talking about hockey when I enter the house.

“There she is,” Crew shouts. “What are those little things your mom always fed us when we’d play?”

I nod, glancing at Sydney. “Pizza bites?” I question.

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