GRAYSON
His head was pounding. He kept thinking of Maria. In fact, he hadn't felt like getting up and going anywhere. He hadn't even smiled or cracked a joke sense he told her they couldn't see each other. Which was so unlike him.
Grayson gripped his pounding head as he kept seeing Maria's smile or her betrayed face. Grayson gripped his hair in between his fingers and pulled, pulling out a handful of hair.
"Damn it!" He yelled, throwing his glass of water against the wall of his room.
He missed Maria. He wanted her back yet he kept thinking of the Rogue.
"I don't a part of any of this," he muttered. He remembered when Miguel had tried to run away from it all, taking Grayson with him. Yet, he had been killed by Krissy before they could escape.
"I just want this all to end," he muttered, slumping against the wall. "I'm tired of it all."

