no regrets

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Song for this chapter: No Regrets

- Dappy

Grayson hauls ass and brings me upstairs, throwing me on my bed as I let out a fit of giggles as he begins to tickle me.

"Stop!" I screech. "This is torture." I mumble, trying to turn my body away from him to get his merciless hands to stop with their punishment. "Please have mercy on me." I start singing, although it's very shitty due to my uneven breaths. "Take it easy on my heart." I giggle.

"Ugh." He groans, closing his eyes tight, "shut up." He says.

"Even though you don't mean to hurt me." I carry on, ignoring his orders. "You keep tearing me apart-" all my words are lost as he places his lips on mine, cutting off access to my brain so I can't even think about anything but him. He sucks on my bottom lip for a second, before pulling away suddenly.

"Come back." I beg, holding my arms up but he's off the bed already. I frown even harder.

"You got hurt." He says, "you told me you wouldn't."

"I'm hardly hurt." I roll my eyes at him.

"The bruise on your cheek says otherwise." He retorts and immediately I raise a hand to my cheek before running towards my mirror. Like he said, a purple bruise in the shape of finger prints is painted across my cheek.

"Holy shit." I mumble with my mouth agape. Suddenly it starts to throb a little bit. "I can't believe the dickhead bruised me!" I state in outrage.

"Yeah me neither, and it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't taunted him."

"It was apart of the plan." I tell him softly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself." He mumbles.

"Doing what?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Getting yourself hurt because for some sick reason you think you deserve it." He says.

"I did feel that way, yes." I admit, biting my lip gently. "I thought that I deserved it, yes. Did. But since Rob's been put away, I realise that none of this is my fault. Mason treating me the way he did in our relationship or Cleo and Mason cheating, I wasn't to blame for either. I'm not responsible for Cleo's death and none of what Mason said was true when he was clearly grieving. I know that I didn't deserve to be abused by Brody or raped by Rob. But I survived it all." I tell him what's been on my mind for the past hour.

"And in a way I'm grateful for what happened, because without all of that I wouldn't be who I am now, stronger - I'd like to think. Without everything happening the way it did I also wouldn't have come here, I wouldn't have met you, or Lydia or Myles or Blake or Reece. And I'm so lucky for that. I finally have my life back, and I feel better than I ever have before."

"So yeah, I did get hurt tonight - not because I deserved it, but because I was putting an end to that part of my life. And besides, his hit barely made impact - I didn't even feel it until you pointed it out."

Gray lets out a chuckle and then walks forward slowly. His arms reach over my shoulders and he brings me close to his chest.

"We're the lucky ones meeting you, trust me." He tells me honestly, kissing my forehead gently. He backs me onto the bed, wrapping his arms around my waist and pushing me back so I'm lying on the pillows.

"Get off." I flick him, as he lies the rest of his body weight on top of me. "Fat shit." I groan. He releases his weight before dropping back down on top of me again.

"Fuck me." I grunt, heaving breaths of air as best as I can.

"Is that you asking?" Grayson questions, holding himself up on one elbow so he is able to trail his hand up my body until it reaches my neck, where he squeezes gently. "Anytime, baby. You know that."

If only we had a free house...

The door barges open a second later, "Ah!" Lydia screams, "what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck." She covers a hand over her eyes, being so over dramatic. We're literally not even doing anything. We were about to though...

"Relax," Grayson huffs, tucking his head into the crook of my neck so his voice is muffled, "we were only just about to fuck, we hadn't started yet."

I slap his shoulder hard, before wriggling to get out from underneath him.

"We weren't doing anything of the sort, you dirty dog. You're never gonna touch me." I warn him.

"Do you want to place a bet?" He taunts, getting up from the bed himself.

"No!" I screech, before I leave the room in search of the pizza I'm sure my nose can smell from all the way up here.

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The next day, at lunchtime, I find myself in the music room; I'm on the lookout for miss Evans. The past few days and events that have conspired have made me rethink my decision to not sing in the show.

Grayson has been right about many things, but I think the biggest thing he's been right about is the fact that I'm a musician not a historian and it's about I time I get back out there and started working towards the future that I've always dreamt of.
Miss Evans looks up her desk, and takes off her glasses as she sees me approach her.

"Layla, how are you feeling?" She asks, with a gentle smile on her face.

"I'm great thanks," I reply.

"That's good," she says, "So what can I do for you?" As she moves her attention from me to her paper so she can write something down.

"I want to sing in the show." I tell her. Her head swings to face me so fast, it can't have not hurt her neck.

"Really?" She smiles widely as I nod my head.

"I think it'll be really good for me." I admit.

I hate that I gave up music because of things people said to me, I was weak for letting people get in between me and my passion. But I'm over it and so I think it's only a good idea to get back out there on the music grind and continue doing what I love and hopefully I'm able to develop my career too.

"Do you have anything in mind for what you want to sing?" She asks. I nod my head as she passes me the sheet of paper. I write down the song, and then leave the room. It's lunchtime and I'm starving.

"Layla," miss calls out to me, making me turn around, "I'm proud of you." She says and I smile brightly and leave the room.

I'm proud of myself too.

"What's up?" I greet as I throw my legs around the bench, sitting down next to Lydia.

"And where have you been?" She asks with her eyebrows raised.

"None of your business." I boop her nose, before unwrapping my sandwich and tucking in.

"Music room." Blake says as he pushes Lydia and I along the bench to sit next to me. "I saw her walk out." He explains.

"Stalker." I comment.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Grayson chides in as he sits opposite me. I flip him off before turning back to Blake.

"So do you stalk anyone, or is it just me?" I joke.

"Anyone really, you aren't special." He shrugs his shoulders. My mouth opens with a gasp as the whole table erupts in laughter.

I hum before taking more bites of my sandwich, ignoring the ugly laughs of my friends.

"What were you doing in the music room, Layls?" Myles asks as he puts a fry in his mouth.

"Oh," I shrug nonchalantly, "just letting miss Evans know I was gonna sing in the show."

"Holy shit."

"No way."

"Oh my god."

Then an over-excited scream.

"Holy fucking shit! Oh my god!" Lydia screeches, as she shakes me wildly. "You're gonna be famous!" She squeals again.

"Shut up." Myles groans at Lydia, but she wouldn't be her if she actually listened to her brother and so continues to flap her arms around everywhere while she lets out a series of shrieks and squeals.

"What's going on?" Tristan interrupts as he sits down.

I haven't seen him in weeks, I just hope he's not here to cause a problem because I don't want him ruining my good mood.

"What? You're all my friends, right? Well you were until these bitches came around." He spits, clearly angry as he notices the shocked gazed of his friends and the not-so-subtle glances between the guys as they ask each other what he's doing here.

He had the chance. I stare at him for a few seconds, absorbing the dark circles under his eyes as he looks around the table at each of the boys. He doesn't look happy. In all fairness, I wouldn't be happy either if that much hatred was kept inside of me. Tristan Wood hates the world, that much is obvious. I would love to find out why.

"What is your problem?" I ask, while glaring at him. My voice doesn't falter, I don't stutter - I'm completely calm. I just simply want to know why he doesn't stop talking shit whenever he comes over to us.

"My problem is that I don't like bitches like you and your little friend next to you, coming into my group and ruining it. You've made my friends into a bunch of pussies."

"Oh and look at you!" I laugh humourlessly, "every time you've been around me, you have something bitchy to say; you act like women are the cause of all of your issues. Newsflash, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe your problems are because you're an asshole?" I rant, "no I guess not, I guess you just like to blame everyone else for the fact that you can't even treat your friends right."

"Stop talking." Tristans orders, his jaw ticking. He's so good looking, such wasted potential. That sharp jaw and killer bright blue eyes could attract any girl, if only he was nicer.

"Why? You seem to have a problem with me, and I know it's more than I'm a "bitch" as you like to say repeatedly, because I'm not. And I definitely haven't been a bitch to you."

"Shut up." He grunts.

"Even if you do have a problem with Lydia and I, why are you taking it out on your friends? You know that's self destructive right?"

I was sick of letting people walk all over me.

"Grayson, shut your bitch up."

"I don't tell her what to do." Grayson backs me up.

"If you call me a bitch one more time, I swear to god..." I trail off.

"You'll what?" He questions, "send me to prison?" He taunts. The nerve of this guy...

Grayson is up on his feet in a heartbeat, grabbing Tristan by the collar and shoves him into the wall. His fuse has broken.

"You want to say that again?" Grayson spits dangerously. The boys slowly get up from the table, I assume to get ready to step in in case Gray goes mental. I step forward slowly too.

"We all heard about what happened." He looks over at me and runs his gaze down the entirety of my body, his eyes scanning the variety of bruises littered all over me, "did they give you a good beating, sweetheart?"

No one could've stopped Grayson's fist as it flew into Tristan's face within seconds of Tristan finishing his sentence. Blake went to step forward, but Reece put his hand in front of him.

"Let him get a few punches in." He says, knowing Grayson needs a little bit of a release after what Tristan just said about me. Tristan laughs tauntingly at Gray,

"It can't feel that good having the girl that every guy has already had their hands on." I storm forward, pushing Grayson out of the way and delivering a hard kick to the balls. He lets out a grunt as he falls to the floor. I don't understand why he's trying to aggravate Grayson, when Grayson is clearly more touchy about what happened than I am. Maybe he just wants a big punch to face.

"They may have had me, but they sure didn't deserve to have me."

"And that's on period." Lydia sasses from behind me.

"Men have every right to any girls body."
This misogynistic manwhore, was getting on my last nerve, I was going to punch him into next week if he didn't shut up.

Grayson swings at him again, hitting him so hard that his nose cracks and starts to bleed. He delivers a powerful uppercut to Tristan's jaw. I flinch a little at the sheer power that he packs in his punch. He's strong as fuck. And he's going to get expelled if he doesn't stop, the football career ahead of him can't afford an expulsion.

"Gray." I mumble, but he ignores me and continues to punch Tristan, this time in the gut. He sure is sexy, I think immediately about his clenching muscles as my eyes zone in on his biceps, but I'm quick to remind myself that this isn't the time to marvel over the sex god as he's currently beating the shit out of another guy in my defence.

The guys step forward and drag Grayson off of Tristan and then push him towards me. He steps into my embrace straight away and I thread my fingers through his hair in hopes to calm him down.

"From this moment on, we're not friends. You're not allowed anywhere near any of us anymore." Myles threatens Tristan, pinning him against the wall.

"I'm never gonna take orders from a homo."
It stays silent for a second, before Lydia starts to charge up to them. Huh?

"Why you fucking son of a bitch-" Reece grabs her as Blake steps forward and grabs Myles too.

"Stay the fuck away from all of us." He says and pushes Tristan away by his shirt. Tristan staggers towards the cafeteria, and I start to get anxious about Grayson getting in trouble. Myles is really stiff, and is zoned out looking at the wall. I release Grayson to go over to him and wrap my arms around him.

"Are you okay?" I ask him and feel him softly nod his head against my shoulder.

"Grayson Reed, my office now." A voice says from the side, and I turn my head to see Principle Brenner with his arms crossed over his chest, staring angrily at us.

"Why?" I question, stepping towards Grayson.

"Are you seriously going to ask me that, Miss Greene?"

"Yes?" I say as I question, trying to reign in my sassiness.

"Well then, Mr Wood just came to my office bleeding, telling me Grayson was the one to blame."

"Well he's lying." I argue.

"Layla-" Grayson tries to stop me.

"Because it was me." I lie, there's no way in hell Grayson is going to get in trouble for defending me against that asshole and besides, I'll have the sympathy card for recent events.

"I don't believe you." Brenner says adamantly, "why would Mr Wood lie?" He questions me.

"Why wouldn't he?" I answer back, "he just got beaten up by a girl. And he hates girls." I explain. Grayson pinches my arm, I can tell he hates that I'm taking the blame but he can't really do anything about it now as it will only result in us getting in more trouble.

"Come with me. Now." He orders and I quickly grab my bag from the bench to follow my principle to his office.

Drama doesn't stop following me, I swear.

He walks so quickly, I'm almost jogging to catch up to him, trying to hide from looks of amusement that follow me from the corridors. I'm going to be so out of breath by the time we get there if he doesn't slow the fuck down.

When we get to his office, I see Tristan slumped over a chair, brooding as he looks out of the window opposite him. Principle Brenner's office is huge, his dark oak desk sits in the middle of the room as the wall of windows sit behind it.

"Take a seat, Miss Greene. We don't have all day." He chides and I sit down, gently placing my bag on the floor beside me.

"Why is she here? I told you it was Grayson Reed!" Tristan huffs.

"Wow," I drawl, looking at my nails with a bored expression, "you're lying because a girl beat you fair and square."

"You know that's not how it went down."

"Tell me, mr Wood. How did it go down?" Brenner asks him and I fold my arms, preparing to hear the fattest load of bullshit I will ever listen to.

"I was walking, just minding my business and then Grayson comes over a swings at me. Something about his girl thinking I'm better in bed."

My mouth games open for a solid ten seconds before I let out a dark chuckle.

"I'm gonna hit you again." I threaten.

"I'd rather you didn't." Brenner snips.

"Did you not just hear him, sir?" I point, as I force my eyes to tear up, "I haven't slept with either of them, and he's only saying this because of everything that's happened," I start to full on sob, "I didn't deserve to be raped, Tristan. Just because I was raped doesn't mean you can say these things about me, it wasn't my choice!" I cry. Actual tears are running down my face.

"Layla, you didn't deserve anything that happened to you." Brenner hushes.

"W-well," I stutter, get me into acting school, "that's what Tristan said when he approached us. He said that I deserved it and even had the nerve to ask how Id gotten a good beating, because apparently I deserved that too." I say, my breathing harsh as I struggle to breathe through the fake sobs. "I was only standing up for myself." I explain and Brenner nods his head sympathetically.

"I understand what happened now." He says as he clasps his hands together, "you may go now Layla. If you ever need anything, you know where my office is." He mutters kindly.

"Thank you." I say and then get out of my seat, picking up my bag on the way.

"Now, mr Wood - you're not to go near her again understood. She's been through enough. And you're getting excluded..." I don't hear the rest as I walk out of his office with a triumphant grin on my face.

The hallways are empty, excluding a familiar body of muscle, with his back facing me as he tries mould himself into the lockers so he doesn't get caught by hallway monitors.

"Mr Reed!" I shout in my teacher voice and his body slams against the lockers as he makes a haste effort to turn around. When he sees me with a mischievous grin on my face he stalks towards me. "What are you doing in the hallway when you're supposed to be in class?" I ask, my teacher voice still on. He slowly backs me into the wall behind me, as he stares me down.

"This girl that drives me absolutely crazy got herself in trouble and I just couldn't find it in myself to leave my damsel in distress." He replies dramatically, making me roll my eyes as I link my hands behind his neck. "How dare you take the blame, Layla?" He asks with a brooding expression on his face.

"Oh get over yourself!" I mutter, "if you'd have gone in there you might have been expelled! Your football career couldn't have taken that. I was in and out in five minutes, all I had to do was cry and I'm off, punishment-free." I mutter happily, I'm rather proud of my acting talents to be honest.

"Still, you can't have known you weren't gonna be punished." He mutter grumpily. He's such a brat.

"Better me than you." I mumble and thread my fingers through his hair.

"You drive me insane." He huffs and then pulls me in for a hug, resting his face in the crook of my neck.

"Good." I say.

"You shouldn't be out here in lesson time." An annoying voice that I recognise to be Kenzie's reaches our ears.

"Neither should you." I say, to which she holds up a hall pass for the bathroom.

"Cool. Well off you go because if you couldn't see, we were in the middle of something." Grayson spits

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