"You make me weak. You make me mad, you make me crazy." he breathes, staring me in my eyes. "What am I saying.." he chuckles and stares at my twiddling hands. His eyes flicker between my eyes and lips. "God I am so inlove with you."
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Ah shit, my head hurts like a mothertrucker. How much did I drink last night? My eyes are still closed, but I sat up in bed. I wiped my face when I heard the door unlock and someone walked in. My eyes shoot open and I see him. Grayson fucking Hayes.
Did me and him.? What the actual fuck. My mind is actually spinnning. I looked down at my clothes, realizing this isn't what I wore to the party last night. "Did we-" I begin before getting cut off immediately "No." he interjects, while going to his dresser. Okay, at least nothing happened. "Where are my clothes?" I ask, scratching the back of my neck. He glanced over to the end of the bed, where my outfit and shoes from yesterday were neatly folded. "Do you want some breakfast?" he invited and raised an eyebrow at me. I nod, stand up and walk to the bathroom.
God you look like shit.
"Did you take my makeup off?" I shout so that he could hear me from the other room. His heavy footsteps walk into the door frame. I glance over at him as he's just staring at me. "Yeah, I know keeping makeup on overnight is not very good for your skin." he shrugs, leaning over on the doorframe.
Right. I forgot he has many.. overnight guest. He sighs and straightens out his back, "I'll go make breakfast. I'll go get shorts from my sister, you can grab something from my closet." he told as he took long strides out of the room. I took a second to observe his room. Surprisingly it was very neat. The walls were white, besides the one navy blue accent wall. Not many things were hung up, he had led lights, a few posters and his TV. There was a bucket of baseballs next to his dresser and a few picture in frames of him on the field. He had a pretty low bed, but it was cute. did
There were three knocks on the door then Grayson walked back in with white Nike shorts. "Here, Lily said you can keep them." he shrugs, handing me the shorts. "Tell her I said thank you," I smile. He nods and walks back out of the room. I grabbed a black hoodie out of his closet and went to the bathroom and changed. I ended up putting my hair in a bun. My phone was on the ground next to the bed, I grabbed it and saw I had a hundred notifications from Makayla.
Mak<3: Paisley where are you!! 1:58. Mak<3: Please message me if that Grayson does anything to you! 2:45 Mak<3: He didn't let me bring you back Mak<3: Please check yourself whenever you leave. 2:48
I rolled my eyes to the sight of her name. How could she literally just leave me like that, without even saying anything. That is something I do remember, her leaving and me looking for her. I opened the tall door and walked downstairs to the smell of bacon. My eyes see Grayson and I walked straight to the kitchen and sat on the counter. "Smells good," I chuckle while playing with my hands. Their kitchen was huge, they had an island in the middle and a big rack of pans that hung over it. The cabinet were white and the countertops were a white marble with gold going through it. Its very pretty
