Previously on Saving Grace: Grace comes to terms with the reality of her situation.
Taking control of the motorcycle, Grace had never felt freer. It was almost too soon when she made it back to her residence hall, pulling up by the curb as she shivered from the pure adrenaline of the amount of power that hummed beneath her.
Riding the motorcycle — or rather, driving it — she had felt in control; the world wasn’t a huge, unpredictable place.
During the time that she had driven, her troubles had seemed small compared to her excitement, even the thought of Piper’s situation had become less worrisome and something that a part of her knew she could — no, she would — find a way to fix it, to fix everything.
Connor watched her as she slung her legs over so her feet dangled as she slid off the bike and he slid forward, his hands on the handles. Having already walked to the door, she was surprised when he didn’t move to follow.
“What’s wrong, you aren’t coming up?” Before she would be happy to see him go, the annoying jerk he could be, but now … well now it was different. Sort of. He shrugged in response.
“I don’t think I’ll be welcome, your friend Sam is currently glaring at me from your window,” Connor chuckled, motioning to the shape that moved out from the curtains of the third window on the second floor. She rolled her eyes.
“And that never stopped you before?”
He just shrugged again and reignited the engine. Of course, he was going to go back to being a vague pain in the neck; why did she expect anything more from him?
“Tell Piper I said hi,” he called back to her as she turned back to walk inside. She heard the sound of the engine roaring as he pulled away and the door shut behind her.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she smiled as she walked into the room to see Piper sitting upright, a paper plate on her lap with a slice of pizza. Sam waved to her from his spot on her bed.
“You look lively today,” she chuckled, patting Piper on the shoulder. “Connor says hello, by the way.” Sam glared when she spoke his name.
“What the heck were you doing with him anyway?” He growled, his hand tightening into a fist. Sam didn’t usually get angry … what was going on?
Grace shook her head, sitting down beside him. “What does it matter what I was doing with him? We were just talking, Sam.” If it was possible, she had only managed to make him angrier.
Of course, she knew what he thought about Connor, about his bad reputation around campus, but Sam didn’t understand what was really going on.
He didn’t know that all of this — all of them — might all be inside her head.
To be continued….