Grey Cadell wasn't always mute, until that one night that left him permanently scarred. But, that all changed when he met Olyimpia Monroe, his new next door neighbour.
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Olyimpia Monroe: Greek, Arm...
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11 August 2022
"You excited for school on Monday?" I ask Grey.
Grey nods his head hesitantly.
"You don't need to be nervous, you'll have me, Stass, Ethan, Juliette and unfortunately Saint,"
The sun beams down on us both as we sit on the edge of the pool, dangling our legs in the water.
I'm wearing a blue bikini with pink and orange flowers on it and Grey is wearing blue swim shorts.
When Grey first walked into my house with no top on and just blue swim shorts, I was shocked.
Never in a million years did I think he had abs, who knew he hid such a body under his shirts?
And that's not the only thing, he wears glasses. I do love myself as a man with glasses.
I found this out the other week when I scared the shit out of him in his bedroom when I climbed through his window.
Stalker behaviour I know.
The other week:
I can see Grey sitting on his bed drawing in a book. He looks very concentrated, it's actually really cute.
From what I can see his eyes have a circle frame around them–HE HAS GLASSES.
Men who wear round glasses are just elite. There's something about them that just makes men look ten times more attractive.
Grey is really attractive especially his dark fluffy hair, sharp jawline, grey eyes, long eyelashes, 6ft 4, strong arms, and veiny hands. He's the whole package.
I bet girls were all over him back in England because I can guarantee as soon as we step into school all the girls will be all over him.
I notice his window is open and this gives me an idea. Not many people know this but I can climb anything.
I grab a pair of socks from my drawer before sliding them onto my feet and heading towards my window.
I slide the window up before stepping onto the tree branches until I'm outside Grey's window.
I slowly climb in and Grey hasn't noticed me yet and he is still scribbling in his book.
"What are you drawing?" I ask as I stand at the end of his bed.
Grey immediately slams his book closed as if he's hiding something.
His chest heaves up and down and his hand rests over his heart as if I gave him a heart attack.
"Or is it a secret diary?" I tease as I sit down next to him on his bed.
His bedroom is nice, I helped him sort his wardrobe out the other day and I may have stolen one or two of his shirts because of how hideous they're. You'd think having a famous designer as a mother, you'd inherit the good fashion sense but clearly Grey has stumbled away from those genes due to the questionable items in his wardrobe.
