The Art of Pretending

Chapter Sixteen

Blair POV.
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   "Do you like Grayson?" She repeats

   "No."

   "You'd be good for him" she yawns before falling back asleep.

   I went to sleep with that thought in my head. Did I like Grayson? Maybe. Maybe no. All I know, is that I could see myself liking him.

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   Today is Friday, our senior ditch day.

   "Wakey wakey" I hear a voice that's all too familiar. Me and Emma groan, and pull the covers over our head.

   "I'm going to pull the blankets off of you" Noah said

   "Thats mean, don't do that" I hear Carter mumble.

   "We are naked under" yawned Emma.

   "I take it back, feel free to pull off the blankets." Carter laughs

   "I don't want to see Emma naked" Grayson said disturbed. The sound of his voice makes me wide awake.

   I sit up and the blankets fall. "Boo you whore, you lied" said Noah. I roll my eyes. He squints his eyes at me. "Of course, you so would wake up looking like a princess Blair."

   "I bet your sex hair looks great" Emma joins in. Carter and Noah turn and look at Grayson.

   "How would I know?" He rolled his eyes. They turn their heads and look at me, I roll my eyes.

   "He wouldn't." I say "anyways, what do you guys want?"

   "Its our senior ditch day, we want to go to the beach." Carter grinned

   "And you lovely ladies are invited" beamed Noah

   "First, my mom wants us all over for breakfast. Drew and Gracie are home from college." His older siblings 2/3 of the triplets.

   "All of us?" Emma asks

   "Yes, it was very encouraged that you and Blair come."

   "How did she know we were together?" Emma asks

   "She asked what we were doing today, and we said going to the beach with you."

   "So hurry up and get dressed."

   "I don't have any clothes besides my school uniform."

   "You can borrow some of mine." Emma said

   "Or mine" smirked Grayson.

   "Umm I think I'll just borrow Emma's."

   The boys get out and head back to Grayson's. Emma and I are getting dressed. "So do you want to borrow this red swimsuit I have or this blue one?" She holds two choices up.

   A flashback goes through my head I like you in red. That's something Grayson has said to me before. So of course, "the red one" I smile. I also borrow a pair of shorts and a tank top. The shorts are a little small on me and the tank top is tight. I definitely don't think this is appropriate for breakfast with his mom.

   I grab my phone and send Grayson a text.

   When we get to your house can you bring me a shirt outside-B

   Emma didn't have any shirts?-G

   She does, they're just a little tight and showy. Definitely don't want your mom seeing this- B