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"What are you doing here?" I barely say.

"I really need to explain to you what happened at graduation" Talia says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No" I snap, "You broke my trust and so did Zeke, you are both in the wrong and you both don't deserve the chance to explain" I take a deep breath.

"But I--"

"Wait. Before I tell you to never come back here again; are you attending this college?" I ask.

She looks me dead in the eye, her green eyes darken.

"No. I'm on the other side of the city" she replies.

"That is great. Now get out and never come back" I say, slamming the door.

I turn around and face pair of blue eyes I dreaded to see. I look away and move around him, but he blocks me. I move around the side, but blocks me again.

"What?!" I say, irritated.

"What's going on, Vena?" James asks, grabbing ahold of my forearm.

I don't say anything.

I pull back and he lets go. "Come on, you can tell me" he tries again.

I think about what he had said and I can already feel my blood start to boil.

I up up at him, "Why should I?" I start. "You don't tell me anything! You are more closed off about your life than I am. And how do I know that you won't go blabber my personal life to Grant? Mm? There is a reason why we don't discuss these things! We are roommates! Nothing more, nothing less. Do you get that?!" I yell.

He takes a step away from to me, "Believe me I know. That is all we will ever be and I am completely okay with that! But, you know, Vena, sometimes people need someone to be there for them, whether they want it or not!" he yells.

"Really? Does that only apply to other people and not you, because it seems like you close out everyone" I say.

He runs a hand through his brown hair, "I can't just go around telling people about my problems, it's not that easy" he says.

"Why not?" I ask.

"It's not that easy" he repeats. He moves around me and slides on his Vans and grab his coat off the ledge and opens the door and leaves in one swift movement.

What is he hiding?

~

At the moment, I am making myself some dinner since James isn't home and I doubt he'll be back anytime soon. I fill the large bowl up with water and set it on the stove and turn on the heat.

Just as I am reaching to get the pasta out of the cupboard the front door flies open reveling a very drunk looking James.

What has this world come to?

James stumbles into the living, trying to sit down on the couch but fails miserably and falls flat on the floor. I step away from the cabinet and turn off the heat on the stove. I walk over to the couch and see James lying there looking like he saw an an alien or something.

"James" I say.

He just continues to stare off into space. "James!" I shout again.

How much alcohol did he have?

He looks at me with these droopy eyes and a slated smile. I help him up on the couch; which was a task and a half.

He reaches out and grabs a lock of my brown hair and twirls it around his finger, "You are so adorable" he slurs.

Oh, my Lord.

"You are really hammered" I mumbled.

I leave him there and go into the kitchen and grab him a glass of water. I return with the water.

"Drink this" I pass it to him. He takes the cup in both of his hands like a toddler. He drinks the whole glass and passes it back to me.

"You are going to bed. Let's go" I say.

"I hope your coming" he slurred.

"I don't" I mumble.

I grab ahold of his arm and help him to his room. I open the door to his room. Still tidy and clean.

"Lie down" I say.

He lies down, putting both of his legs on the bed. "Put one of your feet flat on the floor. It stops the room from spinning" I say.

He obeys.

I go to leave but he stops me by grabbing ahold of my arm.

"I may be a bit out of it, but I know that the agreement still applies.

I see he has sobered up a bit.

"I am not sleeping with you while you in this condition" I state.

"Please?" he asks.

"No. Good night" I say, walking away from him, shutting his door behind me.

He is going to have a terrible headache in the morning. What a perfect opportunity for some more revenge.

I walk back into the kitchen and turn the stove back on, letting the water boil. I glance at the clock. It's only 7:00, this must be the earliest James has gone to bed since he was in elementary school.

I remember when James and I were in elementary school. He really always was a dick. He liked to make people do things for him and of course the all the teachers loved him because of his famiily's wealth.

I didn't want to be friends with him and I remember specifically that he had done something to me, I just didn't remember what. I put the pasta in the now boiling water and set the timer for twenty minutes.

I go to the living room and notice James phone sitting there, lifeless. Hah, that will teach him.

I pull out my phone out of my pocket and check it. Just as I am sliding it back in my pockets, there is a soft knock on the door.I open it and there stands Grayson with tear stained cheeks and blood shot eyes.

"Can I stay here tonight" he ask, his voice scratchy.

"Yeah sure" I step to side and let him come in.

"Where is James?" he asks.

"He's sleeping" I reply, walking back into the kitchen.

"It's 7:00" Grayson says as he follows me into the kitchen.

"He came home pretty drunk" I say, stirring the pasta.

He walks around the island and pulls out a bar stool.

"How are you?" I ask glancing up at him from the pasta.

"I don't want to talk about it. Vena I have really been meaning to talk to you about something that's been on my mind lately" he says, crossing his arms in front of him.

"Alright, what is it?" I ask.

I bend down under the cupboard, looking for the strainer.

"Would you ever consider dating James?" he asks suddenly.

I tried standing up, but on my way up I bang the back of my head on the counter tops.

"Ouch!" I yell, holding the back of my head.

I step away from the counters.

Grayson hops off the stool and rushes to my side, "Are you alright?" he asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I slowly stand up holding on the the back of my hand with one hand.

"Yes and not ever" I say.

"What?" he asks, confused.

"I would never ever date James ever and yes I'm fine" I say.

"Okay, good" he says, "I don't want you with him. I don't want him touching you. He is a player" he says.

"Why do you say that" I say, reaching down to the floor and pick up the strainer I dropped.

"Do you remeber the way he was in high school?" he returns to the stool.

"Not really, I didn't really pay attention to him" I say, rinsing the strainer.

"Well all through high school he was a player and I don't you to be one of his victims" he says, looking at me.

"He's not that bad of a guy, Grayson. Sure he can be cocky, rude, obnoxious and a total jackass, but he's not always as terrible as you think he is" I say, dumping the pasta in the strainer.

"Are you sleeping with him?" Grayson asks.

Depends in what context you are putting it in. I am technically sleeping with him, but at the same time I'm not.

"No, I'm not, Grayson. And I am actually pretty offended that he you would think I would stoop to his level. I know I said he's not that bad of a guy, but he is an jackass, period".

"But you--" he starts.

"Can we please drop it. I have no desire to talk about James" I say, setting the pasta off to the side.

I go into the cabinet and grab the sauce. I grab the can opener and open it and dump it in a seperate pot.

"Fine. What class do you have tomorrow?" he asks.

"I'm not sure, if you want to know, you can check my schedule on my phone. It's on the couch" I say, stirring the sauncing.

"Okay, I will do that" he stands up and walks to the living room and picks up my phone and turns on the screen.

"Vena..." he calls.

"Yes?" I calll back.

"How come you have all these desperate looking messages from Zeke?" he asks, confused.

"Oh, um" I start, looking down at the pot.

"Since I've moved in here last summer, he just won't stop texting me. I don't answer though" I say.

He walks back and sits back on the stool, not looking away from my phone.

"Why doesn't he stop? Haven't you told him to stop?" he asks, scrooling through the messages.

"I have. He doesn't take no for an answer" I say.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" he asks.

"I didn't think it was nessesary" I ask, removing the pot fromt the stove.

"Well you could have told me" he mumbles.

I put the pasta in a bowl and dump the saunce on top. I stir it.

"Would you like a bowl?" I ask.

"Sure" he says, still going through the hundreds on messages.

I grab bowls out of the out of the cupboard and put some in each bowl.

"Here" I set the bowl infront of him.

I eat my dinner and put the dishes in the sink.

I look at the clock. 9:45.

"Listen, if you want to stay up later, you can. You know how the TV works. I really need to get some sleep. That class starts at 6:30 tomorrow morning.

"Alright. Thanks for letting me stay here tonight, Vena. I just couldn't stay there any longer" he says, standing up from the stool.

"It's fine. You needed to get your mind off some things." I say.

"I know" he says.

He steps closer to me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. I wrap my arms around him. "Thank you, Ven. I am so lucky to have you" he whispers to me.

I smile, "It's my job, Grayson".

He pulls away and leans in the side of my face and presses his lips to my cheek.

He pulls away and walks past me to the living room. I walk into past the living room, to the hallway, "Good night" I say.

"Night" he replies, turning on the TV.

I turn off the lights in the living room and leaving the kitchen light on.

I walk past my room, down the very last door. I slightly open it, hearing quiet snores.

I peek instead and see James sprawled out on the his bed. His head has at the feet of his bed and the rest of was sprawled out. I believe this is called The Starfish? Am I right?

I chuckle to myself and close the door quietly. I walk down the hallway and into my room.

I still liked James's room alot better, not because James was in there, that is literally the last reason. I liked it better because of the way it was designed.

His room had huge windows that almost made up a wall, a huge walk in closet and a balcony with french doors. I really regret choosing this room. It was at the beginning of the summer when I moved into this place and I have no idea why I choose this room when there was a better one a few doors down. I mean my room had a few things in common with James's. Mine had a smaller walk in closet and it had some of the big windows, but not as many as James did. I didn't have a balcony, there was only two balconys attached to this apartment, one was attached to James's room and one was in attached to the kitchen.

The point is that I should have James room.

I get into a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop and go brush my teeth in the bathroom.

I turn off my lights and turn on my lamp. I climb into bed and grab my book off the nightside table.

Chapter 9

Maybe it was the chance of falling that scares us most. I know there are some things that I can't control, but wish I could.

I have so many dreams and I wish for them to happen, but that is really too much to ask.

I step on the platform, waiting to find out my future.

"Tane Lanel" Jhase, the annoucer says.

I look ahead, not looking at something specific.

"You are a Drea" he says, "You are obligated to take protect the Royal Palace and the Royal Family" he says.

I nod. I step down from the platform and walk over to the stand to where the rest of the Dreas.

I really didn't know what this was going to be like, but I am soon to find out.

"This way, son" a says guiding me towards the door.

I shut my book and set in on my night side table and and turn off my lamp. I lay my head on the my pillow and and let myself fall asleep.

~

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. I turn it off and lie there for a moment. I swing my legs out of bed and sit up. I rub my eyes and stand up. I look over at the window, the sunrise shinning through my window making it light up my room with orangy-yellowy light.

I stand up and walk over to my closet and pick out some clothes for the day. I decide on a pair of my Nike track pants and a tee shirt that shows my curves. I close my laptop and slide it into my bag. I unplug my phone from it's charger and put it in my pocket.

I walk out of my room and into the bathroom and straighten my hair, put on a layer of mascara and brush my teeth.

On my way down the hallway, I shut my bedroom door. I enter the living room and see Grayson sleeping on the couch.

I walk over to him and shake his shoulder. "Wake up" I say.

He opens his yes and looks at me, "What?" he asks gouchily.

"I need to use your car this morning" I say, "Where are your keys?" I ask.

"I can drive you" he says strarting to sit up.

I gently push him back down, "No no, you go back to sleep. I am perfectly fine with driving myself" I say.

"Fine, they are in my sweater pocket" he says, closing his eyes again.

"Wait, I just thought you should know something", he opens his eyes again, "James is gonna have a bitch of a hangover this morning, so be as annoying and loud as possible" I say smiling.

"It would be my pleasure" he smiles.

"Good" I say standing back up, "I would love to stay and watch, but I got a stupid class to go to" I say.

"Yeah" he says.

I walk over to the door and unlock it and grab Grayson's keys out of his sweater pocket. "Wait Vena, before you leave why don't you mess with him" he says, sitting up.

"Mm. I guess I got a little time" I say.

I walk dpown the hallway to the end and open the door to James room and see that he is is a completely different position than he was last night.

I walk over to him and bend down to him, putting my mouth right next to his ear. "James" I say quietly.

"James" I gradually get louder.

"James !" I slightly yell.

"JAMES!" I yell.

His eyes open and he sits up fast and then falls back down on the bed. "What the hell do you want?" he asks in a hushed tone.

"I am letting you know that Grayson is allowed to stay here for the day if he wants to" I say loudly.

"Shh" he says.

"You got that?!" I say loudly.

"I don't care. Get out" he says.

I stand back up and walk out of his room, slamming the door.

I walk back to the living room, "Stay here all day if you want and if James questions it: tell him I told you that you could stay" I say, putting on my shoes.

"Alright", Grayson replies.

"See you later" I say, opening the door.

"Bye" he says.

Bye"

I really hope he has some fun with James's condition.

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Updated on Sunday, February 22nd, 2015 at 7:42 PM. Unedited. 3083 words.

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