Page 113 of Lessons In Grey

“Alright, alright, eyes back here,” Grey instructed. “Kelsy, you were explaining to us the difference between showing and telling your audience.”

I pulled out my things, still feeling the eyes of the world on me as I did.

Once I was finally settled, I pulled out my phone and sunk into my seat.

Emily: He told me they’d kill me if I

stayed in your world.

With a trembling hand, I reached for my pen, eyes finally lifting to Grey just as he reached for his phone, Kelsy going on about the differences between showing and telling.

Imagery. I loved imagery in writing. I loved personifying things that didn’t have souls. I loved giving life to things that otherwise held no life.

Perhaps because I felt so dead most of my life. I couldn’t say, I was too wrapped up in my own shit to delve into that right now.

Grey’s eyes darkened. He locked his phone and slid it away.

My shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. Now he knew. Everything was going to be fine.

It had to be.

I was finally getting my shit together, and whether that was because of the high, I didn’t care. It felt like a new start, and I didn’t want to lose it now just because some drug-dealer made a mistake.

Everything was going to be fine.

26

Emily

November 5th, 2021

Iarrived at the alcove first. I always did, which was fine. I had texted Ash second hour to apologize for snapping the way I had, and she had accepted, apologizing too.

Jordan had texted me again, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many times he had texted or called since yesterday morning. I hated that my life was bleeding into hers, but there was no way to stop it unless I allowed Grey to kill him.

He was playing his own game with him right now, clearly it wasn’t working, but he was a professional. I trusted him.

The high from last night was wearing off, which I had expected. School was draining, and with Diamond’s threat, and the entire school talking about Grey and I fucking, I was finding it hard to breathe.

I leaned back against the wall and slowly sunk down, closingmy eyes as I did. For the first time since the school year started, I didn’t feel like sleeping, but I was feeling the effects of forgetting to ask Grey to stop for coffee this morning.

I looked towards the window, watching the Fall leaves drift to the ground in the breeze. Winter would be here soon. The snow would fall, and the city would start decorating for the holidays. I was excited and sad at the same time. I didn’t want to deal with the inevitable. The bad inevitable.

“How’s your hand?”

My heart immediately skipped as my eyes lifted to find his.

Fuck, he looked so good standing above me like this. I flexed my hand. “Hurts, but it’s not that swollen. Not as much as I would have thought.”

Grey came to a stop in front of me and held out a hand.

I set my things to the side and took it, letting him pull me up, relieved to see him, to get some alone time with him.

He slid his other hand over my cheek, inspecting me as he stepped forward, forcing me back against the wall. “I’ll take care of it,” he muttered, releasing my hand only to slide it under my sweater and across my hip. “I promise.”

Immediately the drain disappeared for hyper-awareness.

I nodded, latching onto his jacket. God, I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone this much. “Okay,” I said on a breath, warmth pooling between my legs.