Out Of The Woods

chapter four

♪ Style~Taylor Swift

"What are you doing after the game?" Brian asked Nicole.
"I'm going home."
"Do you want a ride?" He was flirting. Again.
"I think we both know the answer to that." She said quoting Blair Waldorf. No need to remind you that I have a little sister.
"Come on, just one ride. Give it to me Gray."
"No." She closed her locker and walked away.
"You're the worst." I told him.
"One day, she will fall in love with me."
"And on that day you will wake up sweating!" Said Grace as she walked by. "Hey, now I'm hurt," Brian said with a puppy-dog expression on his face. "Make it up to me by telling Nicole she should go out with me." "I won't. She hates you, by the way. See you at the game loser and nerd." The bell rang and Brian and I went to the locker room to change for pre-game practice.
During the game Nicole was on the opposite side of the field from me taking pictures of Brian. He was definitely having a good time. She wasn't. At half time he ran up to her to ask her something. I couldn't hear them, but she was definitely annoyed. I thought she was going to punch him in the face. Grace was also watching them. She seemed entertained. I went to talk to her. "Why are you laughing?"
"'Cause Nicole is eventually gonna slap him. Sooner rather than later."
"I thought so, too." We were both laughing. "I have to go to the locker room, but I want an update on the photos."
"They're fine. They could be better." She said.
"Good. See you later." I told her and ran to the locker room.
We won and Grace took a brilliant picture of when I scored.
After the game I showered, got dressed and took Grace home. This time we were quiet. She was selecting the best photos so I could post some of them on Instagram. I got home after 10 pm. I was too tired to do anything so I put on my pajamas and went to bed. I watched a movie with my family but I didn't quite like it. Neither did my dad. Before going to sleep I checked my phone and Grace had texted me twice.
What are you doing tomorrow?
I have two tickets for the game.
I was kind of shocked. I wanted to go to the game. I didn't know if it was a date or just two friends hanging out. I texted her back.
I'll pick you up at 5 pm.
I waited for her to text me back. After five minutes I got her text.
See you tomorrow.
What the fuck had just happened? I was too tired to think about it so I went to sleep.
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I had to leave the house in fifteen minutes to be at Grace's on time. I wore a pair of jeans, the Chicago Fire jersey and a pair of chucks.  I hurried down the stairs and told my mother that I would not be home for dinner. "Where are you going?" She asked.
"To the game. I'm running late. See you tonight. Love you!"
"Text me when you get there, love you too!" She screamed when I was closing the door. I got in the car and I arrived at Grace's house at 4:58 pm. I texted her to let her know I was outside of her house. Two minutes later she opened the door. "Come in."
"What?"
"Don't worry nerd, my parents are not home. I just need to fix my hair so park your damn car and come in." I did as she told me. I walked into her house and it was exactly as I remembered. I had only been there just once on my freshman year of high school, when her mother had thrown a party for the soccer team. I sat on her couch and waited for her. "Why did you have two tickets for the game?" I screamed since she was in the bathroom with the door locked. She opened the door. "My father wanted to bring my mom but then they had a change of plans and he gave them to me."
"I didn't know you were a fan."
"I'm not. My father didn't want to waste 'em so here we are."
"Here we are." I murmured.
At 5:15 p.m. we got into the car and I started driving. The game was starting at 9 p.m., so we were still on time.
"Do you have a USB cable to connect my phone to the stereo?" She asked me.
"Yes, in the drawer where the CDs are." She connected her phone to the stereo and announced. "Today, we are going to listen to Taylor Swift."
"Why God? Why do you hate me?" I said while looking up.
"Hey, she's the music industry. Have some respect," She said while laughing. "We'll start with Style from 1989. It's my favorite song so if you don't like it, don't tell me." "Style" started playing and it was a good song I'm not gonna lie.
"How would you rate it?"
"I'll give it an eight out of ten. It's a great song I won't lie." I said defeated.
"Ah! I knew it! You give such 1989 vibes."
"If you say so..." She played 1989 for the entire car ride. I really liked it but I told her it was a "okay album". I will never admit to her that she listens to great music.