Grayson walked into my bedroom, laying down beside me on my bed. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked.

I sighed. He was asking that every single hour for the past four days. "Grayson, I'm not mad," I said.

Grayson frowned. "I don't know about that. Recently, it feels like you're ignoring me. Be honest. Are you still mad?"

"Honestly?" I asked. He nodded. "Mad, no, not really. I'm just a bit hurt. What you said was the meanest thing you've ever said to me and I never thought you would ever say that. And I know you didn't really mean it, but... It still hurt."

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