All Grown Up

9

Peyton's POV

Mimi and I walked out. She got in the car with Jake and I got in with Greyson. "Hi." He kissed my cheek and I looked at Rosie giggling in the backseat.

"I told my mom I'd drop her off today." I nodded and buckled up. We drove to school and Greyson started to get out.

"I want Peyton to walk me in!" I smiled and got out. She grabbed my hand and I walked inside. "Bye Peyton!"

"Bye Rosie." I walked out and got back in. "She's adorable." He chuckled and drove to school. I played with the hem of my skirt mindlessly as I looked out the window. We pulled up to the school and got out. He grabbed my hand and I smiled. We had some time so we sat outside. "You've started to grow on my dad."

"How can you tell?" He pulled me in his lap.

"He didn't explode yesterday." I giggled, playing with the hem of my skirt again.

"I see your skirt matches your hair." He chuckled, grabbing my hand. The bell rang and we got up, walking inside. "I need to go by my locker real quick." I nodded and he pecked my lips jogging off. I started walking to class when I was pulled into another hallway. I looked up at the person and gasped.

"Hey." His eyes scanned my body and he stepped closer to me. "How about we ditch and go somewhere fun?" I shook my head backed away from him until my back hit the wall. He stepped closer and closer until his hot breath fanned my face. "Why not? A sexy girl like you should want to."

"Leave me alone Jackson." His hands grabbed my hips and a lump formed in my throat. "Stop." His hands slid down to my thighs, tears welling up in my eyes. "Get off me."

"Why? You don't want me anymore?" He smirked, sliding his hand up my skirt.

"Stop." My voice was barely a whisper and tears flowed down my cheeks. I tried pushing him but he was too strong. He growled and grabbed my wrists tightly, holding them over my head.

"She said stop." I looked at Greyson and my tears continued to fall. Jackson dropped my arms and I inched away from him.

"What are you going to do pretty boy?" Jackson stepped over to me and slid his hand up my skirt again, squeezing my bum. Greyson looked at me before he punched Jackson in the face. I ran behind him and watched Jackson fall to the floor. Greyson turned to me and picked me up bridal style. I buried my face in his neck and he walked to the office.

"She was about to get raped. I saw her crying and a guy towering her. He ran off before I could see him." The lady at the front desk nodded.

"Take her home. I'll call your parents and tell them as well as your teachers." He nodded and he walked out. He put me in his car and got in. The ride to my house was silent. Greyson held my hand the whole time. Once we got there, my parents ran out. I got out of the car and my dad pulled me in a tight hug.

"The school called. Are you okay?" I nodded, biting my lip. "Thank you Greyson. She could've been seriously hurt."

"I wouldn't want that either." My dad kissed my head and they walked inside. I turned to Greyson and hugged him.

"Thank you." He wrapped his arms around me protectively and I felt safe. I grabbed his hands and stood on my toes placing a soft quick kiss to his lips.

"I didn't want you to get hurt. I went to homeroom but you weren't there so I walked out." He looked down and his eyebrows furrowed. "Come on." I looked down at our hands and saw two discolored rings on my wrists. We walked inside and I sat on the couch.

He walked in the kitchen and came back with two small ice packs. He sat beside me and held them to my wrists. I laid my head on his shoulder, playing with my fingers. I slid closer to him and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I heard whispers and looked at my parents. "Yes?" They shook their heads and went outside. "My family is weird. I'll be right back." I ran to my room and grabbed my guitar, running back.

"A Rogue Starter. Nice one." I smiled and my dad walked back in.

"He knows his guitars. Keep him." I giggled and sat my guitar down, pushing my dad out the door.

"Stop spying on us and go love up on mom." He chuckled and I closed the door. I turned to Greyson and he smiled. "You have officially grown on him."

He chuckled and picked up my guitar. "If I play will you sing for me?" I nodded and sat down beside him. He strummed All Of Me by John Legend and I sang along, smiling.

He joined in and looked at me. We finished the song and he smiled at me. His eyes scanned my face and he cupped my cheek, pressing his lips to mine. I moved the guitar and slid in his lap. He deepened the kiss and traced my lip. I granted his access and our tongues collided.

The front door opened and I jumped off him, sliding back beside him. Logan rose an eyebrow and shook his head. I blushed and wiped the smudged lipstick off. "I'll be in my room. Carry on." He walked upstairs and Greyson cleared his throat.

"I should go pick up Rosie." I nodded and got up. "You wanna come?"

"Sure." He grabbed my hand and we walked out. "I'm with Greyson." They nodded and my mom giggled. "What do you know?"

"You two just kissed. Greyson has your lipstick on him." I looked at him and he wiped the red off his lips. "Bye! Be back by 10." I nodded and we walked to his car. We got in and he pulled off. We got to the school and Rosie ran out. We went back to his house and went inside, Rosie running to her room.

"Greyson is that you? The school called. Is Peyton okay?" His mom walked in and looked at me and him. "Hi dear."

"Hello. I'm fine. Greyson was there to help." He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my cheek. She smiled and nodded, walking in the kitchen. Greyson grabbed my hand and led me to his room. He closed the door and I sat on his bed. He turned on his TV and took off his shoes. "Your mom is really nice."

"One reason I stayed with her when she and my dad split." He laid on the bed, pulling me down beside him.

"What are the other reasons?"

"You're the only other person I feel I can show this." He sat up and took off his shirt. He turned so his back was facing me. I gently brushed my fingers over the scars. "He abused me. He called me useless and carved it in my back. I called the police when he fell asleep. I told my mom but no one else knows but you and her." I sniffled and touched my cheek feeling the tears.

He looked at me and wiped my tears. "I am so sorry." He shook his head.

"It's not your fault." He hugged me to his chest tightly. "You wanted to know and I told you. Stop crying." He kissed my tears away and smiled. I looked at him and smashed my lips to his. He traced my lip and I granted him access. He pulled me closer and I climbed on him. His hands rested on my hips, my arms snaking around his neck. Our tongues danced together, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Wait." He muttered against my lips. He pulled away both of us breathing heavily. "We need to stop. We might get too far."

I climbed off him and he put his shirt back on. "Where did that even come from?" I looked at my lap, blushing. He put his finger under my chin and pulled it up.

"I don't know but I liked it." He winked, pecking my lips. "Are you hungry?" I nodded and we got up. I grabbed his arm and he looked at me. I giggled and wiped the smudged lipstick off his lips. He chuckled, "Thanks."

"No problem." We walked out and saw his Mom walking from the kitchen.

"There's lasagne in the oven." We nodded and walked in. He fixed two plates and gave me one.