Stolen First Times

2. Stolen Good Times

*Destiny's POV*

"Hey, wanna go see a movie after school today?"

I glanced up at Grant during our study hall and lifted a finger to my lips, pointing at the homework I was doing in front of me.

"Shh, I'm busy," I whispered, concentrating on the math worksheet in front of me. I swear, math had more problems than I did.

Grant rolled his eyes and nudged me, looking at the front of the classroom to make sure the teacher wasn't looking our way when he slid the paper out from under my hand and quickly scribbled the answers to the problems.

"How did you...?" I trailed off.

He gave me an incredulous look. "You thought those were the right answers? Come on Destiny, stop being so goodie-goodie all the time. The teachers don't even check if you have the correct answers anyway."

I snatched the paper back from him, angrily erasing his messy answers. I couldn't believe he had just done that and practically had made fun of me for actually trying on the homework.

One thing you should know about me was that I never did anything wrong. I've never smoked, drank, did drugs, cheated on a test, gotten a detention, and just about any other bad thing you could think of -I didn't do.

So the fact that I was dating the quarterback of Hall's High who enjoyed doing all of the above, was quite a shocker.

I don't know. I thought I could change him, you know?

But wasn't that how every good-girl bad-boy story went? The girl tried to change the guy and she was usually successful and they lived happily ever after.

Yeah well, I was hoping to do the same thing, but it's been three years with no sign of change from the brunette curly haired guy sitting next to me, chewing gum in the classroom that forbade it.

Apparently, I was his longest relationship and vice versa. He never spoke about his ex girlfriend or why he suddenly wasn't friends with Primo anymore.

Which made me want to get to the bottom of it. I figured that by trying to get to know Primo, I'd get to know more about his best friend, also known as Grant.

Yet the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I never saw the two of them hang out anymore when I could've sworn they'd been best friends. Primo had even quit the football team and taken a change for the worse.

"So about the movie?" Grant prompted, relentlessly. I sighed, dropping my pencil as I gave up trying to do the homework.

"Sure," I agreed, "What movie?"

"'Gang Me Not'," he said with a huge grin.

I groaned. "Seriously, Grant? That's rated R and has so much blood and violence in it." I gave him a disgusted look like I couldn't believe he'd just requested we watch the most gory movie out there.

Somehow, his grin widened at my words and he enthusiastically nodded his head. "I know right," he said.

I knew I was fighting a losing battle. Grant always got what he wanted no matter what. And quite honestly, I never seemed to mind before.

But for some reason, it was really ticking me off now.

Forgetting that we were supposed to be silent during our study hall, I placed the palms of my hands flat on the desk in front of me and hissed through my teeth, "I want to see 'The Girl's Last Dance'."

Grant scrunched his nose, something I would've found cute had it been last year, and scratched his mop of hair. "Eh," he said, "Isn't that some sappy love story?"