Revival [DISCONTINUED]

7 | revival

SEVEN || BURR, YOU DISGUST ME

"Hi, I'm your partner for the Shakespeare project." A boy says approaching my desk in History. I freeze. Shakespeare. Miles. I could practically see Miles in the boy. "I'm Grayson."

"Riley." I say instantly putting the walls up.

"Well, we should start." He says.

"Shakespeare was born in a small town in England. One of his most acclaimed pieces was Hamlet. Not only was he only a playwright, he also wrote poems." I say robotically.

"Are you google?" He jokes cocking an eyebrow and grinning showing off his one dimple.

I tend to blush at cute boys who cock eyebrows and grin from ear to ear, but Shakespeare definitely kills the vibe.

"No, I just did a project on this a while back." I smile, more like fake smile.

"Riley, we should work on this project later. Got anything?" He asks me.

"Nope, meet me at the Friars' household." I reply handing him a piece of paper with my number on it.

The bell rings just in time.

I wouldn't leave you.
I would hold you
'Til the last day comes.

I rush home with Ryder and Will listening to my music.

"I'm not hungry," I say as Ryder offers me some food. "I would like a banana though." I finish. Ryder throws me a banana, and I catch it.

"Riley Matthews, smiling?" Ryder notices. "Call CNN because I have a miracle." Ryder jokes. I laugh.

"Nothing, I just have a study date later." I say all giddy and girly. Ew, I sound girly.

"With who?" He says curious.

"This kid named Grayson." I answer him blushing.

"Grayson? Grayson Miller?" He squints his eyes.

"I'm not sure."

"Blue eyes? Brown hair? Resembles Liam from 90210?" Ryder says pointing his finger. I nod. "Goddammit, Riley! He's total bad boy material." Ryder informs me.

"Just like Liam from 90210, except he has darker hair than Liam." I tell him sipping on coffee.

"Yeah, so stay away from him." Ryder demands.

"Yeah, I can't. We kind of have this project together. I'm not going to bail on him." I reply rolling my eyes. I don't need him to take care of me.

The bell rings. Grayson.

"I'll get it!" Ryder screeches, oh no. I hop on Ryder's back, but it's no use he's still going for the door. He opens the door to see Grayson holding sunglasses.

"Am I tripping or does he kinda look like young Derek from Teen Wolf in this lighting," I whisper in Ryder's ear. He nods. "Speaking of Teen Wolf, don't you have Lacrosse practice?" I ask.

"It got cancelled." He whispers back. I hop off his back.

"Hey Grayson! Don't mind the Frankenteen over here. We'll study in the living room." I say gesturing him to the living room. "I'll be right there!" I state as he walks to the sofa. "Ruin this project for me and I'll kill you." I threaten Ryder.

"Anything for you, wolf." He says walking away. Wolf is kind of his nickname for me now after he found out my love for Teen Wolf and Dylan Sprayberry.

I rush over to the sofa. Grayson is looks all comfortable and nice with the laptop open and such.

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