All Grown Up

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Peyton's POV

I walked to Greyson's locker and hugged him from behind. "Hey. How are you?" He turned, smiling at me.

"Great. Look!" I took out the letter I got. His eyes scanned the paper and he smiled.

"You can graduate early? That's amazing!" He hugged me, pressing his lips to mine. I pulled away smiling. "How many classes do you have to pass?"

"One. But I'm not going to rush anything. If I graduate early that means I leave you quicker." I frowned, looking down. He cupped my cheeks in his hands making me look up.

"Babe. Forget about me. This is amazing. You can do it. I'll be fine." His eyes searched mine and I bit my lip. It pained him to say that. His thumb caressed my cheek softly. Tears filled my eyes and he shook his head. "Don't cry baby girl."

"No. I'm not leaving you." I shook my head and he pulled me in a tight hug. "I refuse to leave you."

"You two are cute. Definitely Prom King and Queen." I giggled, looking at Brooke. "Come on. We have to get ready for the Homecoming game." I nodded and she walked off.

"Well I have to go now." He pecked my lips. I ran to the locker room. I changed into my uniform and styled my hair.

"Pey." I looked at Brooke talking to Amira. "Go outside." I looked at her confusedly and she rolled her eyes. "Greyson's out there. He wants to talk to you." I ran outside and looked around. Muscular arms wrapped around me and I turned around.

"You just saw me." I smiled.

"I know but I didn't do this." He pulled my chin up and kissed me softly. I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I pulled away, smiling and pecked his lips. "See you later."

I turned to go back in the locker room and a hand grabbed my bum. I looked at Greyson wide eyed. "Greyson!" He winked at me, chuckling and jogged off. I walked inside the locker room.

"What happened?" I looked at Mimi and shook my head, doing my makeup. "Liar."

"Really all we did was kiss. He grabbed my ass too but whatever." I finished my makeup and looked at her stunned expression.

"When did we get to this point?" She looked at me with wide eyes.

"He does it when he wants to snog and I don't. That one was just spontaneous." I walked out of the locker room with her following. "How are things with you and Jake?" She smiled widely.

"We're great. We're supposed to go to his house tonight and do..stuff." I looked at her.

"I don't think that's a good idea." She rolled her eyes.

"Well it's my decision. I'm doing it. I thought I could tell you but Just forget I even mentioned it." She walked off and I ran after her.

"Mimi wait!" I walked beside her, "I just meant I think you're rushing it a little. Why not wait until you get older?"

She stopped and turned to face me. "You love Greyson?" I nodded, "What if he proposed to you tonight? Would you say yes?"

"I don't know. I might." I bit my lip.

"Well I love Jake. He loves me. I'm doing it." I sighed and nodded.

"Alright." I smiled at her and hugged her. "Just be careful. I know you're older but still." She nodded and I saw my dad's car. "Our parents!" We ran over and I jumped on my dad.

"Hey!" I jumped on his back. He chuckled walking to the bleachers. "Just like your mom."

"I know." I giggled and jumped down. I hugged him and my mom.

Amira's POV

I sat beside my mom, chewing my lip and picking at the chipped nail polish on my fingers, thinking about what Peyton said. "What's wrong?" I looked at my dad and shook my head.

"Nothing just nervous." I smiled and looked at my lap.

"Mimi." I looked up at Peyton. "Let's go stretch." I nodded and got up.

After the game, I changed and waited for Jake. "Hey." I looked up from my phone. I got up from the ground and grabbed his hand. We walked to his car and got in.

We got to his house and went in, him dragging me to his room. He closed the door and slammed me against it. He kissed me roughly, his hands on my hips. "Jake wait." He looked at me. "I thought I was ready but I'm not sure now." I bit my lip.

"Babe we've been talking about this all week." He dipped his head in my neck and pecked it. "I need you."

"I know but you don't think we're rushing?"

"Not really." He kissed my neck and I pushed him off. "You were excited this morning. What happened?"

"I told Peyton and-"

"You told Peyton? Amira what the fuck!" His voice raised and I got scared. "I know you two are close but that little bitch doesn't need to know." I rose an eyebrow and got mad.

"She's not a bitch! She's my cousin! And you're a douche! I'm out of here." I grabbed my bag and turned to leave when a hand grabbed my wrist. "Get off me." I jerked my arm from him and walked out. I walked outside and looked around. I ran off down the street, crying. I stopped near a familiar neighborhood, looking around. I sat on the curb, my legs tired.

"Amira?" I turned and looked at Greyson. "What are you doing?"

"I ran here from Jake's. Do you think you could give me a ride to Peyton's?" He nodded and went inside. He came back out and we got in his car. He drove me to Peyton's house and I got out. "Thanks."

"No problem." He smiled and I returned it, walking inside.

"Mimi?" Peyton and Aunt Paige looked at me and I sighed. The tears I held back were now flowing down my face as I walked over to the couch. "What happened?"

"Jake happened." I sat between them, with my head in my hands.

"What did he do?" I felt a hand on my back.

"We were supposed to be 'chilling' tonight but I said I wasn't ready because of what Peyton told me. He called Pey a bitch and I left."

"How did you get here?"

"I ran and then Greyson brought me here." I looked up when someone got up. "Pey where are you going?"

"Jake's. I'm going to show him how much of a bitch I can be." She grabbed her keys and turned, walking into Logan. "Move."

"No. I'll handle it tomorrow." He took Peyton's keys and she sat down. "Are you okay Mimi?" I nodded, laying my head in Peyton's lap.