undercover ➳︎ grayson dolan

two,

I remember the time we were in English class during senior year. It was the end of year presentation where we had to stand in front of the class and explain what we've learned throughout our highschool journey.

That was the one class I had with the one and only lacrosse team caption, Grayson Dolan. At the time, I was completely head over heals for
this boy. Every time he'd make eye-contact with me or even look my direction I would almost pass out.

But now, it was my turn to talk in front of the class. Of course I didn't care about the other people, only Grayson. I remember stepping up to the front of the room and completely forgetting my words. When the teacher told me to begin so I started to wing it, talking complete nonsense.

Now the most dreaded thing that could ever happen in front of thirty people, stuttering. And yes, I stuttered. Let me spare you the glory moment and cut right to the chase. I stuttered and completely forgot what I was talking about when looking at those light hazel eyes. People started to chuckle, planting the occasional whisper or snicker here and there. I watched as people talked in Grayson's ear. The thing was, He wasn't phased. Looking straight back into my eyes was my longtime crush and the only person in my English class who didn't laugh at me as I forgot my words.

Now, of course, things are different. I was currently following Grayson Dolan in silence up to his apartment. If this was me two years back, I'd probably be passed out by now.

I listened to the clanging keys on his key chain as he struggled to unlock his door. Finally, it opened, showing a nicely clean apartment. I looked around, taking everything in. The large windows that lined the back wall, the polished hardwood floors.

"Nice place." I pursed my lips. The apartment looked pretty nice. I wondered what they both did to earn the money to buy this place.

"Thanks." He says, trotting over to the kitchen. I stop at a small mirror in the entry way, looking at myself in it.

The mascara and eyeliner on my eyes were smeared everywhere down my cheeks and not to mention the straggly, wet, blonde hair on my head. I sigh and turn around, noticing Grayson wetting a paper towel in his sink.

"Let me help" I softly say while walking over to him. I take the paper towel from his hand and throw it in the visible trash can by his fridge. I snatch a small hand towel and hold it up.

"Can I use this?" I ask and Grayson nods, taking a seat in on one of his bar stools. I turn on the sink and dampen the cloth before flipping the faucet off.

I slowly make my way over to him, stopping once I stand front of him. I gulp slightly and place the wet towel on his small gash, causing him to jump a little at the sudden coldness. I notice Grayson's eyes on me again as I clean the blood from his forehead. I feel my face heat up when he bites his lower lip.

"You look different then you did in high school" He narrows his eyes, looking at my face closer. I laugh a bit and shake my head.

"Well that's what two years of college does to you." I laugh a bit and reach my free hand up, trying to rub away some of the fallen eye makeup on my face.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't seem okay." Grayson tilts his head to the side, looking at me sadly. I quickly nod as a small lie.

I exhale once I get the remaining blood from his forehead and walk over to the sink, washing the substance off of the towel. I can still feel Grayson's eyes on me from behind.

"Grayson?" I ask, my back still towards him. He hums in response and I turn around, noticing him watching me. "Why were you out so late?" I gulp, immediately feeling nosy because of the question.

"I couldn't sleep. I needed Advil so I walked to the gas station." He quickly said and I could tell he was lying by the tenseness of his jaw.

It was raining outside, not to mention that the gas station closest to his apartment complex was about forty minute walk. I decided not to ask questions, just nodding in response.

"Well, I should get going," I swallow. "I have to get a hotel." I fake laugh a bit before placing a strand of hair behind my ear.

When Grasyon doesn't say anything, I sigh and make my way towards the front door. Just as I was about to grab the handle, his voice catches my attention.

"Stay." He says and I stand still, my back facing towards him.

"It's okay." I slightly smile and turn to him. "I can get a ho-"

"-Aubrey," Grayson cuts me off, getting up and walking towards me. "I'm not letting you go back out there in the rain. Plus, I don't want you spending money on a hotel when you can just stay here."

"Grayson," I sigh and laugh a bit, shaking my head. "It's okay. I really don't want to intrude."

"Please stay" he looks at me with big puppy eyes and I gulp, knowing that if I pass up this opportunity the old high school Aubrey would never forgive me.

"Okay."