Sage Slade

"COME WITH ME" HE SAID, "IT'LL BE BETTER THAN WATCHING THE NOTEBOOK" HE SAID

Right now I am sitting on one of those chairs celebrities and directors sit on during those behind the scenes, or interviews at the movie set. You know the one where they have your name on the back of it? Yeah well unfortunately mine doesn't have my name but it does have Greyson's. 

At this very moment he is being prepped for his stupid GQ photoshoot with some some model who has beauty that seems almost IMPOSSIBLE for normal girls like me to capture. Like she was deadly gorgeous, looking at her made no sense, it was like looking at the definition of a man's perfect girl. If I weren't straight I'd go for her—please I am straight and I'm feeling a little gay for her.

"Alright, Mr. Blackstone told me to watch you and ask if you needed anything." Jennifer, his new assistant asked. I liked her, she was nice and motherly but took her job very seriously. Plus it helps that manwhore over there is nowhere near interested in her since she is like I said, motherly.

Greyson wasn't supposed to bring me here because well we're not supposed to be anywhere in public period. So he of course brought Jen and told everyone I'm her daughter, I also had to get a makeover since people may know me as an Emerson. Which means I am wearing glasses, green contacts, my clothes were pretty drabby, my hair was tied into a tight ponytail and the make up artist put freckles on my face.

No one would recognize me.

I looked at Jen and smiled. "I'm okay, truthfully I'd rather be home."

"Mr. Blackstone wasn't comfortable leaving you alone in the house, he wouldn't explain why. So it's up to me to keep you happy so you'll enjoy your visit to this photoshoot." She smiles, then turns around and looks at Greyson. "He's quite handsome isn't he?"

It wasn't far from the truth, Greyson looked more hotter than usual and I knew exactly why. The theme for the shoot was "Bad Boy" since he's known to the Blackstone household and many wealthy families as the black sheep. He's charming but his ways aren't that of a Blackstone, in fact he's rebelled against his father on more occasions than others.

The entire community knows only that and sadly not for his manwhore ways, or selfish ones, or lying, or anything bad for the most part.

His hair was tousled, it had that I just had sex affect. Like someone had their hands in it and kept running them through. Then his eyes were more brilliant and piercing than usual. He was wearing casual clothes, a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. 

Looking at him I totally understood Lana Del Rey when she said "Blue jeans, white shirt. Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn."

"Alright we're starting! Get Brynn in here!" The photographer yelled.

Brynn, the ridiculously hot model, who must I add seems to have a friendship with Greyson. They apparently know each other and are actually old friends. The way he looks at her tells me he's seen her naked on more than one instance. Please their chemistry and the way they talk make it seem like they were hanging out just days ago.

Greyson started staring into the camera, expressionless and aloof. Brynn leaned on him, barely dressed I must add! After a few shots the photographer yelled "Greyson, listen the I don't give a fuck look suits you well, but try to smile a little for me it'll make the girls melt. Think of a girl or something funny or I don't know just smile but do it as sexy as possible!"

Instantly his eyes went to mine and I felt my heart stop, then he looked back at the camera with bedroom eyes and a lazy smirk. The photographer was right, I was MELTING. "J-Jen." I cleared my throat. "I'm going to use...the uhm...bathroom."

"Are you okay?" She asks, concerned.

"Yeah...I'm uh...I need to walk." I smile weakly.

"You want me to accompany you?" Jen studies me, worriedly.

"No I'm fine." I lie. "I'll be back."

When she nodded her head I quickly walked out of the room and headed to the bathroom. I went straight to the sink and looked up to see the girl in front of me through the mirror. A girl who resembled me but with green eyes and freckles was currently red as a tomato. Blushing furiously! My face burned even more when the thought of him seeing me like this could have possibly happened.

"I need to go home." I breathe. 

I started to wash my face, cooling it down with cold water. Then out of nowhere the door swings open hastily and through the corner of my eye I see a tall figure. As soon as I realized it was Greyson, my eyes widened. "W-What are you doing in here!?"

"You left." He says, nonchalantly as if being in the women's bathroom wasn't a problem. Greyson looks around and leans against the countertop. "Jen says you didn't look well." He informs me and I mentally took back all the nice things I said about her. I'm furious she went to Greyson but then again he is her boss and she was assigned to take care of me. Either way, I'm mad. 

I drop my gaze. "I'm fine, I told her I needed a walk." Which was obviously a lie but I refuse to tell him looking at him and Brynn or as Kuzco would put it Hottie hot hottie was annoying me. I'm not jealous and I don't want to give him the wrong idea.

"You're lying." Greyson scoffs and crosses his arms. "After all this time you think I can't tell when you are and are not fine?"

I look back at him and smiled. "Yeah, you can't because I am fine. I just needed air."

"If there's something wrong you have to tell me, I'm trying to make you as comfortable and safe as you want to be." His gaze went soft. "Tell me, Slade, what's wrong."

Whenever he got concerned about me it drowned all those bad feelings away but for some reason my mood was worse than usual. I just could not get him and Brynn out of my head, they were literally made for each other. And for some crazy reason it really bothered me a lot, like more than anything has ever bother me.

So I scoffed and started walking towards the door. "You don't need to worry about me, you should be flirting with that model Brynn. You know you want to—" Suddenly before I could catch my breath I was slammed against the tile wall. Everything immediately got darker and when I looked up, a pair of cold grey eyes were staring me down.

"You need to stop walking away—stop walking away from me." He says, his voice barely a whisper. I gulped down...hard. That melting feeling intensified as I stood here and if it wasn't clear before it was now, Greyson was a man. He was the opposite sex. I was supposed to marry him and all these feelings were bubbling inside of me. 

My eyes went to his lips and I felt my heart race, it felt uncomfortable. I hated this guy! Why am I feeling this way? He's always been the same Greyson, same selfish decietful manwhore! It became really hard to breath, oh my gosh what if he can hear my heart!?

I closed my eyes. 

Ponies

Rainbows

Cake

Pizza

NOTHING! Nothing was working!

"You're obviously not okay." He broke my thoughts. "Your face is red and you look dizzy, I wonder..." Greyson went quiet and when he did something happened that I didn't expect. My forehead was suddenly really warm and I felt...no way I couldn't have...I opened my eyes to see his lips were on my forehead. Then he backed up. "You're a little warm, maybe you're running a fever."

Oh, not even CLOSE to being a fever.

"Alright I'm taking you home." He pushes himself from over me and holds the door open for me. "Get your stuff, we're putting you on bed rest."

"You have a shoot to do!" I back away. "I'll have...Jen take me home..." Please, anyone but you. I cannot be alone with Greyson another second before I freak out. "Cut the crap Sage." Greyson growls, and I knew he was mad because he referred to me as my first name which is something he doesn't do very much. "The one you should be worried about is you not me, it's my choice to leave the fucking shoot so I'll leave the fucking shoot."

"I will not be the blame for you missing this, your father told you to do it so do it!" I yelled back at him.

"Sage, I swear..." He rubs his face. "...you push my buttons sometimes. Stop be fucking stubborn and let me take you home."

"But your father—"

"But nothing." His brows furrow. "You're not going to be home alone, SICK, after what happened a few days ago. I won't be able to pay attention knowing you're home scared, when I could have been there."

I hate him so much!

Greyson always knows the right thing to say at moments like this and I feel like a total wimp every time I feel anything about it. I open my mouth to protest but before the words came out a beautiful brunnette appeared out of the door. Brynn. "What's going on Greyson? Gerald is losing his marbles waiting for you to come..." Her eyes slide to me. "...What are you doing in the...girls bathroom?"

I cleared my throat and smiled at Greyson. "I'm sorry for bothering you, Mr. Blackstone, I'll just have my mom send me a car home." Then I zoomed out of the room, clearly I could not be around the both of them and I didn't intend to force myself to be.

All of a sudden my arm is grabbed and I am pulled, when I stop Greyson is there hovering over me...again. "I'm taking you home, you stay here and wait, then we will both go home." Something about the expression he had made the statement seem less of a demand and more a plea. He truly didn't want me by myself and quite frankly I didn't want to be either.

"Fine, but I'm waiting in the bathroom."

"That's my girl." He smiled—at me! It was warm, it made every bad feeling I had dissolve and turn into childish problems. Greyson let's go of my arm. "I'll send Jennifer to keep you company."

"Greyson?" Brynn appears again. "Let's go."

Greyson nods and rubs my head before leaving to go back to the photoshoot. Leaving me feel like a complete and total girl.

Girl feelings suck.