"Are you just never going to talk to me again?" Grayson asked as he stood in the doorway of the bathroom while I got ready.

I kept my attention on the mirror as I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail. "When I have something to say I'll talk to you."

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be like that."

"Be like what?" I asked before walking past him and into my room. I could feel his eyes on me as I changed from my flannel pajama bottoms to a pair of jeans. Usually, I would have acknowledged the fact that he was watching me change clothes, but this time I knew his focus wasn't on me standing in my underwear.

He sighed. "You haven't said anything to me in days."

Days were right. Three to be exact. Sure, maybe I was being a bit dramatic with how long it had been, but I was still annoyed, and I'm allowed to feel how I feel.

"I said I was sorry," he said as I walked past him.

I could hear his footsteps following behind me as I made it to the front door and swung it open. "Believe me, I know." I stepped out and shut the door.

He had said he was sorry, more times than I could count, and just by his behavior and the tone of his voice I knew he meant it.

Being at work was the last place I wanted to be. It was my first day back at work since the whole situation with Grayson, and still being irritated by that didn't make working with Susan any easier. She could tell something was bothering me and after spending a full thirty minutes trying to get me to talk to her about it, she stopped asking when she got it through her head that I wasn't going to tell her anything.

She wasn't someone I knew well enough to vent to, and I wasn't sure she ever would be. I had Lana for that, and believe me when I say that she has already had an earful from me about it. She never acted like she was tired of listening to me, but she probably was. The thing is, I've listened to her countless problems, venting sessions that had lasted hours, and I never told her to stop talking about it or to get over it, so she had to listen to me.

Lana had told me to just sit down with Grayson and talk to him about it, and I knew she was right. The only way him and I were going to be able to move on from what happened was to just talk, but every time I attempted to, I would look at him and the annoyance would start bubbling inside of me and I locked myself in my room.

On my break I met Tyler at the coffee shop across the street from work. My break was an hour long and since he had free time, we decided to get together so I could help tutor him some more. We didn't get much done the last time since I couldn't focus and I felt horrible about it. I didn't want my problems to be the reason he failed the upcoming exam.

"You know he likes you," Tyler told me.

I looked up from my book. "He does not."

"He does," he said with a nod, "and you like him, too."

My face scrunched up at those words. "What? I do not."

"You know, the sooner you two just admit it to not only each other, but to yourselves, the easier things will be between the both of you," he said and then looked down at his book and flipped the page.

I kept my gaze on him, and he probably felt my stare but he never acknowledged me.

What was he even going on about? Grayson and I are friends. He even had some woman in his bed the other night. If he has a thing for me then he sure has a horrible way of showing it.

After Tyler and I went our separate ways, him going who knows where and me back to work, all I could think about was what he said. I guess even Susan could tell because, yet again, she pestered me to tell her what was on my mind, but this time I had a change of heart.

"Oh, girl, don't even get me started," she said, but getting started she did.

She jumped up onto the counter taking a seat. "Back in college there was this guy I had a huge crush on. He was tall, dark, and handsome." A smile spread across her face as she looked up as if picturing him. Then the smile faded and her eyes met mine. "Cliché, right? But it's true." She crossed her legs. "Anyway, he would always talk to me, be around me, be somewhat flirty, and even seem somewhat jealous when there was another guy involved with me."

As I listened, what she was saying made me think about Grayson and the way he acted since we've met, and in a way, it sounded the same as this mystery man she was going on about. I started feeling like her and I might could relate in a way, but that feeling was short lived.

"I thought for sure he was going to ask me out, confess his love for me, but then we graduated and he got with some girl with bleach blonde hair that barely wore any clothes. I found out not long after that he married her and had a kid with her."

I guess she could tell by the confused look on my face that her story wasn't helping, so she said, "oh, don't worry, they're divorced now."

Later that night I sat on the couch deciding whether or not I wanted to have the much-needed conversation with Grayson. He was in his room, where he had been the whole time since I got home. I'm not sure if he didn't know I was home yet, or did and didn't want to see me.

"Grayson," I yelled and waited for him to either ignore me or come into the room.

After a few seconds his door opened and he his upper half appeared. "Yeah?"

"Can we talk?"

He stepped out and made his way over to the couch, sitting on the opposite end from me. He sat, silent, I guess waited for me to talk first.

I guess I couldn't blame him for that. He was just doing to me what I've been doing to him. "Is there anything you want to say?" I asked him and then felt stupid. Was that really all I could come up with?

"You're the one who wanted to talk."

"What was up with the other night?"

"What about it?"

I inhaled to collect myself. Was he acting like nothing happened the other night? "The way you were acting about me tutoring Tyler, and then the way your tone changed when you realized that's actually what I was doing." I wasn't sure whether or not to bring up the woman he had in his room, because it's not like he's not allowed to have anyone over, and really, is that even any of my business?

"I thought there was something going on between you two or whatever. I was wrong," he said, yet he still hadn't looked at me since sitting on the couch.

"You had some chick in your room, so what would it even matter if there was?" I questioned but he didn't answer.

I started thinking back to what Tyler told me earlier and without thinking, which I'm known to do, I said what was on my mind. "Do you like me?"

"What?" His head turning fast to look at me as he shifted in his seat.

His sudden movement took me off guard and I flinched forgetting my words for a second before asking him again, "do you like me?"

"Why? Because I thought two of my friends were hooking up?"

"No, because friends don't act the way you did about two friends hooking up."

"How did I act?" he asked with a smidge of nervousness.

"Bothered."

He was silent for a moment before asking, "if I told you, it bothered me then what?"

"I would want to know why."

"And if I told you, it didn't bother me?"

Sat in silence for what felt like forever, I still wasn't sure how to answer his question. How would I feel if I knew that it didn't bother him? I hadn't really ever thought about how I would feel knowing for a fact that me being with someone else didn't bother him, not until now.

All this time I just assumed that he wasn't really phased by me being with someone else, but now I was sat wondering if it did bother him, and how I would feel about it.

He could have just told me if he liked me or not. "Why are you answering my question with a question?"

"Why are you answering mine with one?" he threw back at me.

"Just answer it."

"Ladies first."

I rolled my eyes. "You know I've never been much of a lady."

He chuckled at that, which made me do the same. For the first time in what felt like forever we were enjoying a nice moment with each other.

The moment didn't last long though. "What was your question, again?" he asked, even though I knew him well enough to know he hadn't forgot.

"Do you like me?"

His expression turned from light hearted to serious. "Do you want the truth?"

"When have I ever wanted to hear lies?" I questioned him, but him asking me that made me second guess if I did want to hear the truth or not.

"I do."

"Wait, what?" I tried to comprehend his words.

"I do like you," he told me.

I wasn't expecting him to say that. I had heard it enough from those around me that he, obviously, liked me; heard it so much that I started to think they were just full of it.

"Wait-," I paused, "what?"

"Now look who's broken."

He got me there, I'll give him that, but I wasn't in the mood for jokes. I was still trying to wrap my head around it all. Did I really think they were full of it, or did I just tell myself that? Did he really just admit that he likes me just like that, with no hesitation? Why did he seem so calm while my head was spinning?

"Now you tell me."

"Tell you what?" I asked as I came back to reality.

"Do you like me?"

A lump formed in my throat. There was so much talk of Grayson and I since we had met each other that I just pushed it to the side. I didn't want to think about it. I've always said him and I are just friends because our friendship is great. Sure, there's been times I've questioned if what I feel for him is more than that, but I quickly freed my mind from those thoughts because I didn't want to think about it.

"If you don't it's fine. I'll get over it," he said in a reassuring voice.

Did I want him to get over it, though?

I relaxed and let myself feel what I truly felt before collecting myself as much as I could and telling him the truth, and that truth is that friends don't act the way we do.

"I do like you."