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Chapter 24

Grace’s POV 

*sort of not really smut warning, like nothing actually happens… but you know*

Chester stopped the car in my driveway, looking over to me. He smiled, then kissed me lightly.  I leaned in, wanting him to continue so that I could forget the world for a moment.  I placed my hand on his chest for support and he put his arm around my waist, bringing me closer.  I put my other hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss.  My mind went to mush, giving me the small high that I desperately needed.  I felt his and land on the small of my back, drawing me even closer than I already was.  By this point I was practically on top of him, which I didn't mind.  I wasn’t in control of my actions anymore, it was purely instinctual.  I slid my hand further down, onto his heavily muscled stomach.  My other hand threaded into his hair, I felt his hand slide beneath my shirt onto my back.  I knew that this wasn’t the ideal place or time for something like this, but my mind was overrun by endorphins and adrenaline. 

Suddenly, I heard my phone ring, and I pulled back quickly.  I looked at my phone, then back at Chester.  His face was flushed, but he had a sweet look on his face.  I was mad at myself for letting something like this happen, even though we didn’t actually do anything. He smiled at me reassuringly, as if he knew what I was thinking.  I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek, before grabbing my phone and opening the door of the car.  

“Bye, Ches.  I’ll text you.” I said after getting out of the car. 

He smiled “Bye, Gracie.” he responded, his voice deeper than usual.  

As I walked into my house, I let out a sigh.  I then realized that I had never checked my phone after it had rang.  I opened it to see 1 missed call. I checked to see who it was, it had been Mamrie.  I knew that I should probably call her back, but I didn’t feel like it.  I knew that if I did, I would be questioned and she would try to convince me that I shouldn't be with Chester.  

I instead decided that I would have a shower, then watch some reality TV.  I took my shower, then put my hair in a messy bun, after dying it.  I sat down on my couch and turned on the TV.  As soon as I chose a show, I heard a knock on the door.  I groaned, figuring it was some vendor wanting to sell me something.  I got up, and unlocked the door, opening it lazily.  

There standing on my porch, were angry looking Mamrie and Swike.  I looked at them pleadingly, hoping to get them to cut the lecture they were going to give me.  I took a deep breath, then let them in.  No words were exchanged, but I knew why they were here.  

“I think you know why we’re here, Grace.” Mamrie said solemnly.  I nodded, and sat down on my couch. I tried to avoid eye contact with either of them.

“Listen, Grace.  We’re not her to get mad or anything, we just think that you are making a really bad mistake.” Swike pleaded.  “Why would you trust him, after what he did?” I just shook my head, not knowing what to say. I continued to look down at my hands.  Swike and Mamrie were sitting on the other chairs of my living room.

“Grace?” Mamrie said after a long silence. “Can you please just tell us, so we aren’t constantly worried.”

I looked up at her, tears building up in my eyes. “I-I, He t-told me that he d-didn’t cheat.  Everyone deserves a second ch-chance.  Right?” I stammered.  Swike and Mamrie looked at me with sympathetic looks on their faces.

“Grace, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Mamrie asked. “ ‘Cause to me, he seems like bad news.”

Anger suddenly build up in my chest. “You know what, Mamrie? It’s my decision! Not yours. So maybe if you just stayed out of it, for once, I might be able to figure it out on my own!” I yelled, surprising even myself with my anger and aggression. 

“Okay. Okay, fine.  But if he breaks your heart, I’m going to tell you ‘I told you so’.” Mamrie said, a lot calmer than I was expecting.  

“Grace, we just want to warn you.  We know that it’s easy to get caught up in relationships like these.  We just don’t want to see you get hurt again.” Swike explained sweetly.  I smiled at them, calming down.

“Thanks, you guys. I don’t think I’m going to need much help with this one, though.” I said, relieved that the awkward conversation was over. 

Mamrie got up and came over to give me a hug and Swike joined in too.  They decided to stay the night, after getting caught up watching Real Housewives.  To be honest, I hadn’t pegged Swike as someone who got into reality TV, but after the first episode, she showed her true colours.  Swike was getting all into the drama, like Mamrie and I.  It was a really fun time, and it reminded me of high school sleepovers. 

I was happy that they had accepted this, and that I hadn't lost any of my friends in the process.

A/N

Hey! I hope you liked this chapter! 

Just to tell you, there isn't going to be smut in this story… I just can’t write it… i know, lame right? I don’t really care, and I don’t feel like the story really needs it tbh.

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