"We're not dating," {COMPLETED}

Chapter 3: Unhand Me You Hooligan

"Dad seriously why did you have to bring us to a school with uniforms!?" I say following my dad down the stairs.

"Riley, I was doing what was best," my dad says walking faster.

"Dad, wearing uniforms! Do you understand what that means?!" I say.

"Riley, I'm well aware," my dad says.

"Dad this is stupid I'm not wearing it!" I yell.

"And the school will call us and you will be grounded,"

"Bull shit!"

"That's enough! You do not talk to me that way and you're in hell if you think you'll be aloud out for the next week! Right home after school And I mean it! And if you aren't two more days your grounded. How do you like that?" He smiles at me before getting in 2009 Chevrolet Silverado and drives to work.

"Colton can do whatever he wants but he never gets punished just a 'stern talking too'," I say using air quotations. I walk back into our front porch to see Colton standing in the door way looking at me, his brown eyes are darker than usual. I sigh, roll my eyes and walk past him.

I hate this.

"Riley let's go!" Cooper yells.

"I'm not going!" I yell to him.

"Keep telling yourself that." I hear Coop say as he rushes up the stairs, the next thing I know he is flipping me over his shoulder and walking out the the truck.

"COOPER! UNHAND ME YOU HOOLIGAN!" I yell punching his back.

"Jeez Riles now I'm gonna have some bruises, thanks," he mutters and puts me in the back seat. I sigh really loud.

"Drive." He instructs to Colton. Colton sighs and starts the truck and drives to school.
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Colton's POV

God dang it Riley, why do you always blame stuff on everybody else, just cause she gets grounded she always blames Me.

Jeez sometimes she pisses me off.

We get to school and I'm really thankful, I don't wait for Timber to show up because I'm so mad right now. I hand Cooper the keys and slam the door as I get out and walk into the school.

I go up to the boys bathroom where no one was and I look in the mirror. I look at the guy who is starting back at me. He makes me feel Vulnerable. But I refuse to feel that way from him. I punch the mirror and I watch it shatter into a million pieces. I look downwards at the ground where the shattered pieces of glass lay. I grunt.

"Uh....hey." Someone said. I turn around to see a blonde haired ,tanned skinned guy standing in the door way of the bathroom.

"I-..hi," I say awkwardly.

"Damn, you must've been pretty mad." The guy says.

"You could say that" I mutter to myself. He looks me up and down which I thought was creepy like where's the hat tilt and the 'howdy' at.

"Why don't you come with me cause your hand looks pretty bad," he says nodding towards my hand which is all cut up around my knuckles. I nod and follow him out of the bathroom to a janitors closet. He pulls on a string which makes a light bulb shine. And he pulls out a first aid kit.

"My names Grayson by the way," he says pulling out rubbing alcohol and a bucket from the floor.

"Colton." I give him a weak smile. He lifts my hand up to lean on a shelf and he puts the bucket under my hand then dumps the rubbing alcohol on my hand. I wince at the pain.