I Am Living With an Idiot

Thirty One || Stupid Sweet Talk

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-BWS

P.S. The picture that is attached actually is a scene in this chapter.
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"Well well well, look who it is" Ryder snickers.

I roll my eyes and plop down beside Ryder.

"I'm going out, anyone want to come?" he looks up from his phone.

I shake my head. "No, that sounds boring" I mumble.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. You would rather stay here and give James hickeys" I snickers.

"I did not!" I shout.

"So who did it then? Himself?" Grant gives me a questioning look.

"I would make out with myself if I could, like come on look at me" James smirks.

I look at him. He is really good looking.

James sits down beside me and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

"Plus, I would never make out with Vena. I got this from this girl back in New York" he lies through his teeth.

Grant narrows his eyes at him, but James doesn't back down.

"Whatever. I'll go out with you, Ryder. Vena go see if Grayson and Leah want to go" Grant tells me.

I shake my head and stand up. I wouldn't usually obey, but I am curious to what Grayson is up to.

I jog up the stairs and creep up to Grayson and Leah's room.

I open their door.

I almost laugh out loud at what I see. Grayson was on top of Leah, kissing her neck.

Well they are going to get an earful.

I clear my throat and Grayson jumps off of Leah and looks at me.

"Uh oh" Leah mouths.

Grayson gives me a half smile.

"I can explain?" He asks.

I smirk and cross my arms. "No need to. It's not my business. I just came up here for Grant to ask if you and Leah wanted to go out with him" I tell him.

"Are you and James going?" He asks.

I shrug, "I'm staying back because I'm a boring person, but I don't know about him" I glance over at the door.

Grayson shrugs, "I'll go. I'm kind of bored here" he glances back at Leah.

"You want to go?" He asks her.

"Um no-I mean yeah" she gives Grayson a threatening glare.

I nod and shut the door without saying anything.

I jog down the stairs and sit down beside James.

"Do you want to go?" He whispers in my ear.

I shake my head, "No, I think I'm good here" I pat the couch cushion.

He chuckles and pats my thigh.

I smile and glance at Grant who was staring at his phone intensely.

"Is everything alright?" I ask.

He looks up at me and nods, "Yes" he says unsurely.

I decide to not push on the subject because it seemed touchy.

I shrug and slouch in my seat.

James wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his chest.