Lost - A Greyson Chance Love Story

Chapter 18

     "Darn it," Greyson uttered.

     I don't know what's with me but it just made me burst into laughter. I know, it's weird.

     "What are you laughing about, retard?" He asked, obviously irritated.

     The rain started to pour harder once again. And by harder, I meant, really hard. The mist just went thicker and the pavement became more slippery.

     "You're funny. You should be happy that classes are suspended, you know," I said. My eyes just pivoted around the school and we were really the only ones who didn't know that school's out for today. And it's just surprising that grandma didn't know about this. In my point of view, oldies are required (well, this is just hyperbole okay) to listen or watch news in times like this.

     "But I'm too lazy to go home and shower again and change clothes again and again and again. It's exhausting. And with this kind of weather? I'd rather sleep down the hall than go home," he complained.

     "What a slothful kid you are," I let out as I roll my eyes on him. "So what do we do know?"

     "I'm sleepy," he said while sitting on the floor, leaning by the lockers.

     I gave out a sigh. "I have an idea!" I yelled excitedly and Greyson is obviously not interested. "Let's just enjoy the rain. Let's go to the soccer field!" I suggested.

     He let out a snort as a respond. I rolled my eyes once again.

     Then a nasty plan came into my mind.

     "Alright, you win. Grab my hand?" I asked.

     "For what?" He inquired.

     "Just do it!" I commanded and he immediately grabbed my hand.

     And without a hesitation, I ran and pulled him along the way out of the building. Nyahahaha.

     "Let go off me, retard!" Greyson teased. I was catching my breath through every step. Man, this kid is darn heavy. He looks skinny as a praying mantis but weighs like a freaking elephant.

     He kept on calling me a retard as we went through the other side of the door. I stopped by the fountain and laughed my stomach out. You guys should've seen his face. He looked like an angry crossed-eye monkey. It was humorous!

     "You are evil," he said.

     "I know," I stated, giving him an evil grin. "So, are you still sleepy?"

     "Not anymore, evil Ashley," he said and I laughed, still trying to catch my breath.

     "How many times will I tell you to stop calling me Ashley? I am Tamia. T-a-m-i-a, Tamia," I said. I swear Ashley sounds like a freaking spoiled bratinella, well no offense, but I just don't like it.

     "10, I guess," he teased.

     "Ha ha ha, very funny," I said sarcastically.

     "You know what? You deserve this for making fun of me today," he said swiftly as he grabbed my legs and my tummy rested by his shoulders. He took me outside and into the soccer field and just threw me on the cold and dewed grass. And my back literally hurt as hell.

     "I hate you," I alleged. I meant it. Well, not really.

     "I love you more," he responsed jokingly.

     I faked a laugh and declared a mud fight. I just ran and ran and ran away from him. And I was literally covered in smudgy sludge. Gross.

     I tried to defend myself with humongous mud balls but eventually, I'm not a sharp shooter. And after a while, I finally hit him. Straight to the face. Woops.