Nova's POV

"See ya, lover boy." I smirk and turn my back on the sexy Grayson. That smile falls straight off my face once I realise we didn't use protection.

Fucking fuck.

Shit.

Oh fuck.

I need plan b.

Now.

After the heated session in the sauna with Grayson, I'm in a rush to find the fucking thing to stop me from getting pregnant.I swear down the next time I see Grayson, I'm making sure I kick him. Hard.

I speed walk back to Kelly spotting her making out with a tall hot boy. I walk up to her, cringing when I get cat called. Tapping her on the shoulder, she pulls away and looks at me confused. "We need to go." I say, communicating to her telepathically with my eyes that says, 'I need you right now!'

She nods her head and turns to the boy. "Sorry. See you later?" She asks, her cheeks a rosey red.

He smirks, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks turn crimson. "Yeah, totally." They both look at each other with lovey eyes.

Rolling my eyes, I grab her small wrist and tug her away from Prince Charming. "Bye!" I shout.

"Slow down, what's the rush for?" Kelly asks as I continue to stride out of here.

"Emergency." I reply.

"What could be such an emergency to pull me away from him?" She asks, her eyes looking at me with expectancy.

I slow down and look at her seriously. Well, here goes nothing.

***

"I can't believe you." Kelly whisper shouts.

I roll my eyes, peaking at the line. "Shut up. It's not my fault." I mumble, turning to my angry best friend.

"How is it not your fault?" She rolls her eyes. I sigh.

"We just got caught in the moment." I defend myself.

Kelly grumbles under her breath as we come closer towards the pharmacist. I smile kindly, releasing a sigh of relief as she turns to me with a smile. "How can I help you?" She asks kindly.

"Hey, do you provide emergency contraceptive?" I ask, biting my lip nervously.

She smiles at me softly, "Of course, I'll be right back." She walks off behind the counter and I turn to Kelly.

"See, everything's going to be fine." I say, not sure who I'm convincing more. Me or her.

"Alright, we have two types. We have Levonelle and ellaOne free of charge. They both work effectively, and will be sure to get the work done." She smiles at me, showing me the options.

"Uh, the first one please." I point randomly to a box.

"Okay! I just need to see your ID." I hand her my ID as she checks everything is in order, handing me it back.

"Okay, this can be taken within seventy two hours of having unprotected sex however, it's most effective if taken within twelve hours." She explains, putting the medication in a bag.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" She asks, handing me the bag.

"No, thank you for your help." I thank her and me and Kelly rush out of the store and into the parking lot.

"Yikes. Okay, what now?" She asks as we walk towards our car.

"I need to take it now." I climb in the car and open the water bottle we bought before coming here. I open the medication and take the correct amount, downing the water.

It's silent as we both sit in the car letting our thoughts run around wild. Kelly clears her throat awkwardly, breaking the silence. "What would you do if you were pregnant?" She asks.

I sit back in my seat, releasing a breath. "Uh...I have no idea." I admit.

Thankfully, the medication was free. I don't know what I would do if any of my parents found out I bought plan b. No I would. I would get on the nearest flight and fly my ass far away from them. They would kill me.

Not literally of course.

"Well, your not soo...wanna celebrate?" She asks.

"Sure." I laugh, turning the key to the car and driving back to the cabin.

I'm going to kill you Grayson Blackwell.

"When did you guys even do it?" Kelly asks, astonished.

I bite my lip to conceal the nervous smile. "Uh..in the sauna room." I mumble, quietly.

"What?" Kelly asks.

I groan, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "In the sauna room." I say a little louder, hoping I don't have to repeat myself again.

I peak out of the corner of my eyes, to see her staring at me with mouth wide open. "You dirty little slag." She says.

I laugh loudly, shaking my head at my innocent friend. "Thank you." I say sarcastically.

"You had sex in public, are you crazy?" She asks, chuckling lightly.

"I know, trust me, I know it's crazy." I sigh, thinking how crazy Grayson makes me.

"But..."Kelly sings.

"But...it's fun. Sneaking around and hoping you don't get caught. It's accelerating, the rush you get only adds to the pleasure." I say truthfully.

"You really are a dirty little slag." Just like that me and Kelly burst out laughing.

"Trust me Kelly, you'll want it. You'll crave it, one day." She blushes and looks out the window ignoring my suggestive looks.

***

"Uh! Your ass is in my face." I grumble, as a bum is shoved in my face.

"Well it's not my fault I got right foot green!" Kelly screams at me.

"Well at least turn the spinner so one of us moves." I argue, wanting to get away from this position.

"Fine." She huffs reaching for the spinner. She struggles her fingertips just touching it. I huff, deciding to help her out.

I move forwards a bit, so my hips meet hers and lean over her to grab the spinner. "Yes, nearly got it!" Kelly's shouts in glee.

I push myself forward, a grunt in frustration. "Yes...yes...yes!" We cheer as we finally grab the spinner.

Just as we're about to spin it a throat clears behind us. We both turn our heads to see Liam awkwardly standing there watching us with a raised eyebrow. I scrunch my eyebrows, confused with the look. Until I look down at me and Kelly's position and the noises we were making.

Me and Kelly connect eyes and start giggling between ourselves. Now looking at it, it look like we were in the doggy position. "Uh...can you guys like..." Liam coughs, rubbing the back of his head.

"What? Want to join in Liam?" I ask, smiling at him sweetly.

"I'm good thanks." He grumbles, glaring at me.

"You sure? We won't tell if you won't." I joke wiggling my eyes up and down.

"Look, I just came here because Grayson is hulking out and I need your help." He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

I push myself off of Kelly, now on sudden alert. "Why? What's wrong? Is he okay?" I fire away moving closer to Liam.

"He's fine. He's just going crazy in his room." He puts his hand up in surrender.

"Well let's get to him then." I shout, already walking out off the door not waiting for him.

I hear him grumble in protest behind me, soon catching up with me. We walk to their cabin in silence, my feet walking fast to get to him.

As we come towards the cabin, you can hear crashes and bangs with the occasional yell of anger coming from inside. I push the door open, not hesitating to make my way up to Grays's room. I knock on the door, rolling my eyes at myself realising he won't hear me. Slowly, I open the door to see Grayson punching the wall relentlessly, his knuckles bleeding. "Fuck!" He screams out in anger.

He turns around ready to leash out his anger again, on some poor object. His eyes connect with mine and he stops. He breaths heavily, his chest moves up and down as he heaves in breaths of oxygen. He looks down at his bloodied knuckles, a surprised look appearing on his face.

I look around the room, it's a mess. The beds been thrown apart, there's a smashed lamp and Chester draws thrown across the room. I look back at Grayson, tears stinging my eyes. I hate to see him like this, so broken and angry. Not sure if it's a good idea to go up to him, in fear he may lash out at me like before, I call out to him.

"Grayson?" I call softly to him.

He lifts his head, just as a tear falls out of my eyes and rolls down my cheek. He frowns at the sight and closes his eyes briefly. It happens so fast, I hardly see it happen. Grayson collapses to the floor, his back leaning against the broken wall. I rush over their, sitting beside him and comforting him the best I can. He rests his head in between my neck, breathing deeply. I wrap my small arms around his large form, running my hands down his bare back and through his wet hair.

He doesn't cry.

"I hate him." He whispers, his voice broken.

My heart hurts to hear him sound so hurt.

"I know." I don't know who is talking about, but I still comfort him.

"I hate him so much." He says in a deep voice, seeming exhausted.

"I know." I say again, holding him close to me.

"I could kill him." I freeze. Not knowing what to do other then comfort him, I do just that.

This time I don't answer. Pulling him closer to me, my nails moving softly against the skin on his back. "Come on." I whispers softly.

He reluctantly stands with me, looking over at the mess he made with regret. "Fucking hell." He mumbles, making me smile lightly.

"Hey, it's okay. Forget about it for now." I whisper taking his hand into mine, giving it a comforting squeeze.

He nods his head, letting out a sigh. "Go get dressed." I instruct, realising he's only in a towel that is extremely loose.

I look around the room again, in shock. He really shouldn't do this, he could get hurt. I don't care if he smashes up a car, I just wish he wouldn't harm himself. I turn to see Grayson come out, freshly changed, frowning at me.

"Ready?" I ask with a small smile, hoping he smiles too.

He nods his head and follows me out of the trashed room. I start to walk towards my cabin seeming as he can't sleep in that room. We walk in comfortable silence, his warm hand in mine. All the lights are off as we come closer to the cabin, Kelly must of gone to sleep. We enter quietly, I make sure to miss the steps that creak. We walk into my dark room, where i shut the door and lock it softly.

Grayson sits on my bed, his head falling. I sit beside him my head falling onto his strong shoulder. "You okay?" I ask softly.

"Yeah." He answers. I don't believe him.

We sit in silence for a while. Just letting ourselves be in the moment. The moon shining thorough my window, casting a silver glow to the room. It's almost comforting. A sigh falls from my lips.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asks nervously, breaking the silence we shared.

"No." He answers immediately.

Well okay. Got the message.

"Okay." I whisper.

He closes his eyes, his head falling onto mine. I let him sit in the silence, knowing he didn't like sharing feelings nor dark thoughts. So I let him be. My own thoughts travel to him. Yet again, he takes over my mind in many ways then one. I want him to be himself around me and feel like he can open up to me completely. Most of all, I want him to feel safe and to trust me.

That will never happen.

"You should sleep it off." I suggest, standing up.

"Yeah, I better go." He stands up from the bed, ready to leave the room.

"No. Stay, sort it out tomorrow." I smile at him softly, pulling the covers over and wiggling my eyebrows.

He laughs at my stupid joke, shaking his head before taking off his T-shirt revealing his toned and tatted chest. Someday I want to ask him why he got so many. Not tonight. I shake the thought off and climb in to bed, Grayson soon joining me.

"Hey." I smile at him goofily.

"Hey." He whisper, staring deeply at me.

"I'm always here to talk. Or to not." I add on.

He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, his soft hand caressing my cheek. He leans in slowly, my lips part and I shut my eyes. He connects our lips in the softest kiss we have shared. The feeling has my stomach in nots as I try to control my thoughts. I run my hands through his hair, the soft locks brushing through my fingers. I move closer to him, the need to touch him is painful. He wraps his hand around my waist pulling me flush against his warm body. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine peacefully.

I close my eyes, letting out a relaxed sigh.

"Goodnight, Grayson." I whisper.

He opens his eyes, staring into my soul. A sole I completely trust him with. "Goodnight, angel." He whispers back.

The nickname makes me smile as I fall into slumber. Grayson Blackwell, I hate how you make me feel.

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