CEO Of My Heart

What a day

AMELIA'S POV

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Striding down the hill is somewhat worse than going up. My legs don't burn that much, but it feels like my weight is pushing me forward, like the ground is trying to pull my face into it. "Lean back," Ashton demands, "Don't tell me what to do," I chirp, and he scoffs, "You're going to fall," He murmurs, but I don't believe him. I can feel if I'll fall, but it didn't feel this steep when we were going up. I stop, and turn to him, and now he's even taller than me, "Is this the right way?" I ask, and his head glances around, "Well the house is right there," he shrugs, motioning through the bushes to the deck he spots.

I shrug the weird feeling off and continue walking, until we pass a big rock we didn't pass on our way up and I abruptly stop when I spot it. "That wasn't there," I murmur, and Ashton grabs my arm, "Run," he breathes as he pulls me down the hill. I don't know why we're running, but I follow him without a doubt. We reach the bottom of the hill, and he stops, and when I do, my lungs burn.

I'm not made for running, I have never been athletic, but when I look up at the hill and notice how far I've run down, I can confidently say that I can run for my life for no reason. "Why did we run?" I huff as I stand hunched over, resting my hands on my knees. "If you didn't notice the cave by that rock, you don't get to go hiking in the woods," he deadpans. "Aren't you out of breath?" I stutter a bit, and he shakes his head at me, "You are unfit," he states the obvious.

I straighten myself, glaring at him, "Not everyone is a gym-freak," I grit out and strut towards the house. The house is still a bit far, but I just stare in front of me and ignore the arrogant man behind me. Some giddy part of me thought that he might kiss me up there, but the realistic person inside of me knows that he wouldn't, because he doesn't like me and he just likes to torture me. Ashton isn't Grayson, he's unkind and likes playing with girls, and it's not because of what I heard from the rumours spreading, no, it's because I've seen it one too many times.

I storm into the house, accepting what Ashton is doing and he continues to ask me what my problem is as I head to my room. I could hear snoring coming from Grayson's room, and all of my anger suddenly directs to my best friend. Why couldn't he just come along and do something I want for once? Why couldn't he just let me stay at home when I said no the first time? He knows that Ashton and I don't get along, yet he doesn't seem to care about it.

I shut my door as I enter, tossing my backpack onto the floor and I pull my hairtie out of my hair as I head back out for the bathroom. I'm a little sweaty, but I feel dirty, as if I rolled around in the dirt, yet I didn't, but that's what it feels like after spending most of today with him. It feels like I want to scratch my scalp off my own head and pull my hair out. It's so frustrating to think I could figure him out, but he's a puzzle with missing pieces, and some are broken too.

I shut the bathroom door, and this time I lock it before taking a shower. I enter my bedroom, wearing only a towel and Grayson lays on my bed, wearing sweats, scrolling through his phone. His gaze lifts, "You were gone almost the entire day,", "Yeah," I murmur, ignoring his presence as I sit down at the dresser and brush my hair. "Are you alright?", "I just don't understand why Ashton had to come with me," I grit out annoyed. "I'm sorry," he breathes out, and I meet his gaze through the mirror, and he looks genuinely sincere.

"It's fine," I shrug, and I do my skincare routine while we talk.

"How about we go play putt putt in town?" he suggests, "Is Ashton coming with?" I ask annoyed, and Grayson sits up, "No, I'll make him stay," he grins, but I don't think that Grayson can make his brother do anything, but I agree to go play mini golf with him. "Dress cute," he winks, flirting with me and I scoff as he leaves. He always flirts, but I've learned a long time ago that it's something he does with everyone.

I had a crush on Grayson when I was younger, but when I realised that he treated me like the rest of the girls, it simply went away over time. I was his chubby best friend, and I knew that if he were to get a girlfriend, it would be someone pretty and skinny, and not me. When I started college, I knew there was something I had to do about my weight, and when I asked my mother for advice, she was overjoyed. I guess she never approved of my weight, because she's as skinny as the rest of the girls.

But now I have a new body that I love, and I feel better everyday, so I put on my white-tennis skirt with a royal blue top that hugs my body and I wear my white nikes. I braid my hair back out of my face, and let my locks flow down my back loosely. I don't know how Grayson pulled it off, but when we leave, Ashton stays behind and I bet that Grayson pulled the mother card on him, but then again, Ashton didn't look pissed that we were leaving, but he did look me up and down and turned around.

Half an hour into mini golf, I couldn't believe who was standing in front of me, looking smug.

"What are you doing here?" I sneer.