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zoë walker hooper

i wipe my hands together, standing in the girl's bathroom. my palms are sweaty from anxiety and i pace through the halls filled rim to rim in lockers. i was wearing what i had worn to soccer practice; a pair of nike shorts, elites with my cleats, and a loose top. i readjust my bun, my face still red and sweaty from running.

i grab my duffle bag, bending over to put my old things into it. i hear someone walk in and i feel my breathing hitch. i continue filling my bags with the items until it's full and i pull the bag onto my shoulder. i know my plan, and it's time to take action.

i turn to see grayson standing in the doorway. his shoulder leans against the wall and his arms fold across his chest. he has a smirk on his face as he glances at my body. he pops his tongue against the inside of his mouth and begins to speak.

"you know, i never expected you to come onto me. after all these years."

i begin walking towards the door and i turn to him.
"who said i was coming on to you?"

his breathe hitches as i pass him and i lightly tap his shoulder. he starts to stutter.

the grayson dolan just stuttered because of me.

i smirk as he follows closely behind me. i walk towards the sidewalk to wait for my ride, except i didn't have a ride and i knew he was going to ask if i needed one.

"hey, you need a ride?"

bingo. he looks at me and i turn smirking. he has his hands in his pockets. he looks good. he's still sweaty from practicing and his change of sweatpants and sweatshirt fit him nicely.

he bites his lip again as i pass him and walk towards his mercedes-benz. i check to see if they have tinted windows and they do. bingo.

"i don't know where you live, zoë."

he says this before he opens the door for me. i slip into the door thanking him and i wait until he's in his seat.

"you'll find out soon enough, bud."

i push the seatbelt across my chest. he pulls the seatbelt across his chest as i reach for my clothes in my bag before zipping it back up and leaning over his seat to place my duffel bag behind me. my hand purposely trails across his dick and i hear his breathing stop for a second.

he begins driving down the road. we're about fifteen minutes from my house and he turns on the radio. i grab the halter top i plan on changing into and hold it in my hands. i undo the seatbelt and he looks at me before eyeing the road again, but he won't be able to keep his eyes off of me in a few seconds. he won't be able to keep his eyes off of me for a while, actually.

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