"Go away, Kal," Alice said and he smirked, crouching down and wrapping his arms round her shoulders. "But, A, we're bezzies!" "My fist is going to be bezzies with your dick if you do not let go of me!" She warned and Greyson chuckled, his deep voice making Indianna feel funny. Kal let go of Alice and stood up, but not before kicking her in the back. "Ouch! You asshole!" "Oh relax, A, it was a nudge," Kal scoffed and she glared at him. "Brooke, c'mere," Harry said and held his hand out. "We were having a nice conversation-" Kal snorted and Greyson rolled his eyes. "-Before you's all butted in, please leave." "Brooklyn," Harry warned and she narrowed her eyes. "Harry." "Come here." "Go away." "Is the couple arguing?" Greyson said, feigning shock. "It's not like that never happens!" He rolled his eyes and Harry shook his head. "It only happens when she ignores me," Harry said and grabbed Brooke's hand, linking their fingers together. "Harry, g-" He cut Brooke off by kissing her and pulled her off to the side. "One down," Greyson said and Indianna frowned. *Alice is next.* *What are you going on about?* When Greyson didn't reply, Indianna narrowed her eyes at him which only made him smirk. "Hey, Alice," Kal said. "You know your shoes? Yeah well, I may of broken into your locker and dropped them in dog shit, you might want to go check them out." "You what?" "I dropped your shoes in dog shit," he shrugged and Alice jumped up from the floor. She grabbed Kal by his ear and dragged him out of the gym. *Sasha's next.* "I'll make sure A doesn't kill him," Sasha laughed and stood up, following them out of the gym. *Now Violet.* "Violet, can you leave?" Greyson asked, but his tone made it sure that it wasn't a question. "Why?" "Leave, now," he snapped and Violet looked at Indianna and shrugged. She stood up and walked off and Greyson sat down next to Indianna. "What do you want?" "To talk," he said. "How are you feeling?" "Fine." "The truth." "Shit." "Care to elaborate?" "My head hurts, I feel sick and I'm burning up," Indianna muttered and sighed. "Have you eaten today?" "No." "You need to eat, sugar." "I'm not hungry and I'll just puke it up." "Indianna, trust me, you need to eat." "I don't want to Greyson, just leave me alone." "I can't do that," he said and Indianna crossed her arms over her chest. "I feel like our conversations are very repetitive," Indianna muttered. "How comes?" "You always seem to tell me to do something and you never do anything I say." "Seems they are," he smirked. "But I'd like you to do as I say." "Not until you give me answers." "I will give you some, if you eat something," he said and Indianna narrowed her eyes at Greyson. "I don't believe you." "Sugar, I promise," he said and Indianna sighed. "Fine." "Follow me then," he said and stood up, he held his hand out, but Indianna ignored him and stood up herself. Greyson chuckled and shook his head, walking towards the exit of the gym. Indianna followed him silently, aware of all the stares on them. "Just ignore them," Greyson said, looking at Indianna. "Everyone's just nosy bastards." They walked out of the gym just as there was a loud bang and the lights flickered on and off. "What was that?" Indianna wondered, walking over to the window. The sunny skies that were there in the morning were now dark and full of grey clouds. Rain had started to fall in buckets and the wind had picked up very quickly. "Get back from the window," Greyson ordered, grabbing Indianna by the waist and pulling her back just as there was a bright flash. "It's a freak storm, whenever these happen everyone is instructed to stay away from windows and doors, they've blown open and shattered before." "Oh," Indianna murmured and looked down at Greyson's hands that were still on her waist. "Um, Greyson?" "Yes." "Get off me." He looked down at his hands and smirked, removing them, but only to gently grab her upper arm. "Let's go." "Where, Greyson?" "Away from any doors and windows, you don't want a tree smashing through a window and hitting you in the face, do you?" He rose his eyebrows at Indianna and she rolled her eyes, pulling her arm from his hold. "I'll go to the library then," she muttered and he chuckled, shaking his head at her. "No, you're coming with me, sugar," he said and grabbed her arm again, gently tugging her down the school halls. Indianna sighed and silently walked alongside him until they reached a hallway with no windows. "We can stay here," he said and Indianna sat down with her back against some lockers. The lights flickered out again, but came back, duller that before though. She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to stop herself from shaking. The school had suddenly turned very cold and her high temperature had dropped. Greyson opened a locker above Indianna and pulled something out. "You're cold," he said and held a black hoodie out to her. "Take this." "I'm fine." "Sugar, you're cold," he chuckled and sat down next to her, placing the hoodie in her lap. She looked at it and sighed, grabbing it and slipping it on, the soft material making her warmer already. "Thanks," she muttered and Greyson nodded, leaning back against the lockers and resting his arms on his knees. "So there's no way we can leave?" "If you want to get killed by a flying tree, then yeah, go ahead." "When should the storm be over by?" "Don't know," he shrugged. "Could be an hour, could be 5, we just have to wait." "Great," she sighed and looked up just as the hallway started to fill with students who all sat down against lockers like Indianna and Greyson. A few gave them curious glances, but they looked away as soon as Greyson glared at them. "While we're here, I think you should give me some answers." "Do you now?" Greyson laughed and shook his head. "No, I don't think I should." "You said you were going to!" "I said I would if you ate." "There's a storm preventing me from getting food." "Now that's a shame." "Greyson, you were going to tell me. Please, just tell me now," she said softly and looked up at him. "Please?" "I've changed my mind, you're not ready." "How can you know that!" "I just do," he snapped. "You don't know me, you have no right to say that!" "I know more about you than you know yourself," he muttered and Indianna paused. "How?" "I just do," he said and smirked at Indianna. "Whatever, I'm going," she muttered and went to get up, but Greyson grabbed her wrist. "Stay." *