Rich Boy in a Baseball Jersey

Bad boy kiss?

Greyson's POV.

"Greyson where the hell have you been?" My mother yelled as I walked in the door.

"I was at Josh's house so just chill." I rolled my eyes.

"Its ten o'clock!" She tapped her wrist watch with her index finger.

"Good night Mom." I walked past her.

I walked up to my room and showered. There isn't anything better than showering and going staright to bed after sleep. And that was exactly what I planned to do so I plopped on my bed super man style. Once I got comfortable I remembered I didn't even turn off fhe light, damn it. My phone starting ringing. I kept my head down and caressed the bed until finally touching my phone and answering it without looking at the caller ID.

"What?!" I groaned.

"Baby boo? Im in the hospital and I really need to see you." Macy said in a low voice.

"What happened are you okay?!" I sprung up from my bed immediately changing clothes with my free hand.

"Just come and see me." She hung up.

I grabbed my car keys and sped to the hospital. I'm such a horrible boyfriend and now she's in the hospital, she didn't even seem sick at school. Hospitals freak me the fuck out. I ran a couple red lights. Once I finaly got there I asked for her, the hospital was super packed with a lot of people tonight. A nurse took me to see Macy.

"What's wrong with her?" I asked the nurse while standing next to Macy who is sitting in a recliner.

"Nothing really, just a slight rash. She'll be free to go in 20 minutes." She shrugged and closed the curtain to give us privacy.

"Macy..." Anger just rose from my feet to my head. "Please tell me it's a flesh eating fucking rash."

"No, its just a normal rash. They said my skin is to sensitive for a cream I started using yesterday." She scratched her arm.

I covered my face in my hand and let out an angry sigh. "I came speeding for a fucking rash?! You know I hate hospitals, this is fucking unbelievable! I am so tired so I'm going to go."

"Dont go baby boo." She pouted.

Patient, be patient.

"I hope you rash gets better." And with that I walked away.

Once I was home again and finally in my room I could relax. The scared look Luna had on her face when she was having her asthma attack broke my heart. And the way she was a smart comment for everything, how carelessly she goes through life was actually pretty refreshing. I wonder what she's doing right now...

"Fuck, her phone number." I groaned looking at my hand. The sharpie was practically worn out.

I grabbed my phone and called the number that I thought was written on my hand.

"Lizzy's retirement home, how may I help you?" A voice of an aged woman said.

"Sorry wrong number." I apologized.

Maybe that's and 8 and not a 3...

I dialed another possible number. "Please be it." I said ubder my breath.

"Hello?" Her sweet voice calmed my body.

"Hey kitten." I turned off my light and got into bed.

"Would you like it if I called you puppy all the time Hastings?"

I chuckled. "Depends."

"On?" She sounded confused.

"On what type of treat puppys get."