I really shouldn't have done that. I said we were going to move slow, not make out the first day I give him a chance. I just couldn't help myself, I wanted him. Ever since I found out he liked me, I started thinking about him like that and I can't stop.
This probably isn't a good thing, he will probably break my heart one day. Yeah, he loves me now but will he be that kind of guy that gets tired of a relationship and breaks my heart for another girl?
I slowly stumble up the stairs and don't bother changing into any comfier clothes, I'm too lazy. I throw my blankets over me and instantly fall asleep.
—
"Ugh!" I exclaim, looking throw my dresser, "I have no clothes goddamnit."
I have plenty of clothes, but none that make me look presentable in front of Grayson and his friends. Lord knows how many people will be judging me if I hang out with Grayson and I can't look disgusting as they do that.
I quickly change into ripped jeans, my adidas sneakers, and a white v-neck with my black bralette under it. I brush my hair and then straighten it, applying makeup and finishing up getting ready. Rushing downstairs, I decide to skip breakfast and just leave so I grab my keys and rush out to the car. When my mom gets out of rehab, I'll need to get my own car.
My phone rings and I see it's Julia, so I answer it and my Bluetooth connects to it. "Hey, bitch."
"Hey, whore. What's up?" she asks,
"On my way to hell." I respond and she replies with a loud gasp.
"You're actually coming to school?" she exclaims in excitement and I roll my eyes, "I haven't seen you in, like, forever."
"It's been 3 days." I respond,
"One day is a long time for me, let alone 3." she sighs and I hang up, finding a spot and I walk into school. First period I have history, and I'm not as upset about that as I usually am because I don't have to dread Grayson. I go to my locker and Grayson comes up and shuts it behind me. I turn around to face him, he's standing there with a big smile on his face.
"I just wanted to say, yesterday was great. And we'll go slow from now on..."
"Okay." I nod with a smile. We start talking about random stuff until his other, more popular, friends come up.
"Gray, what are you doing?" one of them asks, and he looks at the three of them, his smile fading.
"Nothing. Just talking about project. You know Roberts, he already hates me and coach will bench me if I don't get this good grade." he explains and they nod. "I'll catch up with you in a minute."
I scoff and roll my eyes, turning away from him and grabbing my books. I slam my locker to see Grayson standing there, his friends gone. "Madison..."
"Don't." I say through my clenched teeth and walk away from him. He rushes after me and pulls me into an empty janitors closet, "I can't believe I actually thought you liked me! You're just playing me aren't you?"
"No!"
"Then you're just ashamed of me?" I ask, crossing my arms and he shakes his head.
"No, I'm not ashamed of you, Madison."
"Then why would you pull me into a closet away from everyone else just to talk?" I retort, storming out of the room.
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I take a deep breath as he enters the room with Ethan, God why did he have to be so sexy? Just in black jeans and a white teeshirt, it's not fair. Ethan stands there, laughing at a story he's telling but Grayson is keeping his eyes on me.
I quickly move my eyes from looking at him to looking down at my notebook. I continue doodling on the cover of it, which I told myself I wouldn't do at the beginning of the year. Here I am, the middle of November, with the cover full of horrible drawings.
The chair beside me screeches the ground and I wince at the sound of it, assuming it's Julia I look over to tell her what's happened but see Grayson there. "We're not working on the project today, Grayson."
"So?" he asks, sitting back and crossing his arms. I scoff at his act on trying to be cool and seem like a bad boy. Julia walks in and comes over to my table confused.
"Oh, are we working on our projects today or..." she asks and I pick up on what the 'or...' is.
"Neither." I stand up and we move to a different table than him.
When the dreaded class is over, I rush out of the room to be stopped by Grayson. I roll my eyes and turn to him. "What?" I ask, "Don't you get the hint that I don't want to talk to you?"
"I'm not ashamed of you!" he exclaims and I look up at him.
"Prove it."
"What?"
"Prove you're not ashamed of being seen with me." I respond and he nods, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me. I pull away, everyone staring at us and my face blushes a bright color of red.
"Is that proof enough for you?" he asks and I nod, placing a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him closer to me, kissing him again. "You know, I really like the fact that we're moving slow."
"Shut up."
