Perfect

XIII

I'm walking to my locker when I see a familiar face already there. Grayson. "What are you doing here?" I ask, confused at why he's on the west side. "I want you to come with me after school so you can meet someone."
I graciously accept, glad he's talking to me again.
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The day flies by and soon I'm walking with Grayson out of the school. "So who am I meeting?" I ask, pecking at the sleeves of his jacket I'm wearing. "You'll see." He says, dragging me into the small Starbucks at the corner of the street. He looks around a bit and sees who he is looking for.
   Grayson walks over, picking up speed, and going straight to his friend who is standing up. I notice it's a boy that I don't know.
   Grayson walks straight into his arms and kisses him. I'm shocked and suprised at what I've just witnessed. They continue to kiss until I walk up behind them and clear my throat. "Oh right. Angelique this is Thomas... My boyfriend. Thomas, Angelique."
  I smile and shake Thomas's hand. He smiles and scoots into the booth, who is then followed by Grayson. I sit across from them and Thomas strikes up a conversation. "So you're the bitch who stole my boyfriend's jacket."
  I laugh and take it off, handing it to Thomas and holding my hands up in surrender. "That's right. Hand it over." He says, smiling and taking it.
  I like him already.
*****
   We talk for a while until my mom texts:
Get home.
   I roll my eyes and say my goodbyes to the boys. Checking the time, I see its 4:36. Wow mom. 6 minutes late.
   The late bus has already left, so it's up to me to walk home. The walk home is slow and treacherous. By the time I walk in the door, it's 4:58.
My mom is waiting for me at the front door. "You're late." She says rudely. "No everyone else is just early." I say back matter-of-factly. She purses her lips and shows me to my room. I roll my eyes and walk in, shutting the door behind me.
*****
I hear my phone vibrate and glance down.
   Hey Angelique
   It's from Bryce.
   Hey
   We continue to text until he finally calls me.
   We talk for so long that we both fall asleep while still on the phone
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