Paige's POV
"Where's Grace and Liam?" I ask as I bury my face in stiles shoulder, breathing in the fresh detergent and cheap cologne. I sigh and he laughs.
"I dunno, maybe they slept in." He shrugs and pulls back from the hug to take my hand.
We walk to class and I can't help look at every door to see if Grace walks in. Nothing. We walk into class and Stiles rapidly taps his pencils on his wooden desk, his knee bouncing up and down. He wasn't nervous, though. That was just Stiles.
I was the one nervous, though. Grace was never late to class, or school. Where was she? The bell for class to start rung. That was it, she was either dead or kidnapped because Grace wouldn't be late to class.
Liam's POV
I woke up to Grace's head laying sound asleep on my arm. I sigh as I struggle to sit up. What time is it? I lost track of time.
Grace was still asleep and the last thing I remember was Grace and I falling asleep from exhaustion on top of her blue comforter. I could tell she was scared. The mute, her almost dying.
Was she scared of me?
She couldn't be or else I wouldn't be here, right? Right? I slide my hand into the pocket of my jeans and pull out my phone.
Crap. We're late for school.
Really late.
She's not going to be happy about this. I guess I'll have to tell her we're an hour late to school....
I'm doomed.
"Grace, Grace wake up." Her eyes flutter open and they focus on me. "We're uh, a little late for school..."
