-Battle Scars // Guy Sebastian

I meant to get that Holly story written but I was struggling with it so you get this instead. Which I’m sure is fine since people seem to like Grace better anyway. Used @kkerry. Now I’m catching up I’ll try include the other girls more often

Grace Milton; November 18

“Grace you really need to stop moping.” Clover told me matter of factly, letting herself into my room.

“I’m not moping.” I denied, keeping my eyes trained on my laptop screen and not looking up at her.

“You are so.” She said. 

“Fine. Even if I am moping.” I glanced up at her before looking back down at my screen quickly not really wanting to look anyone in the eye, “I think I’m entitled to it.”

“No one is entitled to moping.” I was tempted to make a comment about that really but refrained because well the last thing I needed was starting more drama in the house.

“Clover. Less than 24 hours ago my brother accused me of sleeping with his boyfriend before saying he never wanted to speak to me again.” I said slowly, putting my laptop down on the bed next to me, “I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to be upset.”

“Fine be upset.” She shrugged, “but how bout we make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?” I asked suspiciously. In my experience deals were never a good thing either.

“We all leave you to sulk in your misery-”

“Not sulking.” I cut her off. She ignored me

“Until the soccer game. Then you have to go to the soccer game.” And actually that sounded relatively reasonable 

“Alright fine. I agree.” I told her, picking the laptop back up so I could browse tumblr and I dunno drown in fandom feels or something.

“Promise?” She asked suspiciously.

“Pinky swear.” I rolled my eyes waving her away, “Now scram. I know for a fact your having Kitten Squirrel boy over.”


So I did sit on my laptop in my room for the next 6 house. And I actually did put my laptop down and go out to the soccer game which surprisingly I actually enjoyed. Especially meeting Aria’s cute new Irish friend. Though I wasn’t really sure what was going on there. Which actually, as I made my way back to my room, it made me feel a little bit guilty because I’d been so wrapped up in my own shit I hadn’t really been paying attention to everyone else, something I vowed to fix.

The house was quite empty because well everyone was out with their families (or significant others I guessed) which made me feel even more guilty because hello my family was here and I’d been hiding in my room all day.

Really to say I was surprised when I entered my room to find Cassie blatantly lounging in my desk chair would be a total lie. I was actually surprised it had taken her so long to come and confront me.

“Hey Cassie.” I said, faux casually, “Haven’t seen you today.”

“Mmm, whose fault is that?” She asked, making me feel completely inferior by simply cocking her eyebrow.

“Joe’s? Gabriel’s.” I shrugged, kicking my shoes off and dropping my bag unceremoniously next to her on the desk.

“Please Grace. You gotta take some responsibility for this.” Which hello I knew and I’d actually done that. Multiple times.

“All along I’ve said this is also my fault.” I snapped at her with a frown, “I’ve taken responsibility this whole time but you know that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Hey. Don’t get stroppy with me.” She warned me, “I’m just trying to help.”

“Where were you a month ago.” I muttered, toppling face first onto my bed with a groan. I needed a sleep. Well actually when we were wishing for things what I really needed was a freaking time machine.

“At home. Completely ignorant to this whole shit heap you got yourself in.” Which wasn’t fair. I was just trying to help.

“I didn’t get myself into anything.” I shifted my head so my face wasn’t shoved into the pillow and she could hear me clearly, “It’s Gabriel’s fault for sticking my in the crossfire.”

“Blaming Gabriel isn’t going to get you anywhere.” I felt like I was 12 again, being scolded. Constantly scolded.

“I’m sorry I think I’m allowed to be frustrated.” I snapped sitting up angrily and turning to face her.

“Of course you are. But Gabriel felt bad enough about this as it was.” I was not a spooked horse, did she not realize this or something?

“He should feel bad.” I told her, pulling my knees to my chest and locking my arms around them, “I don’t understand why he came here.” I admitted.

“He trusted you.”

“I talked to him like a handful of times. He didn’t even know me.” I disputed. Some small part of me thought Gabriel had come here to hurt Joe, playing on my want to make everyone better. Though most of me knew it was a stupid thought and Gabriel wasn’t like that I simply couldn’t get past that.

“I guess you made an impression.” Cassie shrugged, getting up from the chair finally and coming to sit next to me on the edge of the bed, “Maybe it was because you were so close to Joe. I honestly don’t think he meant to stay here this long.” She told me, sympathetically running her fingers through my hair, “He just got scared. Waited to long until it became a thing.” She paused before throwing me a pointed look, “You know what that’s like.”

“I know, I know.” I grumbled, leaning into her with a sigh, “I just. It’s easy to blame Gabriel because he’s what started this mess.”

“And you continued it. You’re as much to blame” Cassie pointed out wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I tried to pull away from her, to glare or yell or something. She didn’t let me, just pulled my closer, “Alright maybe not as much to blame but you have some blame.”

“I know.” I whispered, suddenly no longer angry just really tired and sad, “I didn’t want to hurt either of them.” I admitted. I hadn’t wanted to lie to Joe but I’d really grown to love Gabriel and I didn’t want to betray him either. “That backfired though. Everyone ended up getting hurt.” The saying the road to hell is paved with good intentions, which I’m almost sure is what Cassie was thinking as well.

Luckily she didn’t say it, “Look I’m not going to tell you what you should or shouldn’t have done.” She let go of me, shuffling round so we were now looking at each other, “But I am going to tell you how to fix it.”

“Because your plan worked out so well last time.” I lashed out, before feeling really guilty about it.

Luckily Cassie just laughed, “It’s not my fault no on listened to me. Let it be a warning you should follow my plans.” She all by ordered me.

“Alright then.” I signed in resignation, already knowing I was going to agree to it, “What is your plan this time?”

“Tomorrow you need to talk to Gabriel. Fix things with him or at least logically let him know why you’re angry or mad or whatever.” Which okay was not what I was expecting.

“Shouldn’t I fix things with Joe first?” I asked, genuinely puzzled.

“No.” She shook her head, “Joe needs time to cool down and you need to talk to Gabriel before that becomes something else blown out of proportion.”

“Alright, continue then oh wise one.” I rolled my eyes.

“Give Joe some time to cool down. Let me talk to him-“

“Is that such a good idea?” I asked, interrupting her again. (Which usually doing so twice would be a death wish but Cassie was being surprisingly non demanding at the moment.)

“He’s more likely to listen to be than you right now.” Which although it was the truth still made me wince, “Look even if he doesn’t want to hear it I’ll at least plant some sort of doubt or logic in his head. It’s worth a try.”

“Alright fine. You talk to him tomorrow then when should I talk to him?” I asked, letting go on my legs so I could spin my rings round my fingers nervously. “And please don’t say ‘we’ll decide tomorrow’ because that’s basically what the whole last plan was and that doesn’t work.”

“Well it really does depend on how reasonable he is tomorrow.” She said, but at my glare she added, “It could change but I’d say Monday right now, while the rest of us are still here. Though if you need it I can stay the extra day as well.”

“You’re the best.” I said to her, sounding sarcastic but being totally genuine. How had I never realised how awesome Cassie was before.

“I try to be.” She shrugged before fixing me with a pointed stare (and finger actually) “Just follow my plan and I promise this will work out eventually.” Ugh. Those were not comforting words. I didn’t say anything about that because she was only trying to help.

“One of these days you are going to meet someone you can’t boss around.” I told Cassie, eyes narrowed for effect and everything.

“That’ll be the day.”
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