Wings That Can't Fly

|Eleven|

Long time no see, my little lovelies!

I know, I know. I took forever to put up this chapter. I probably even lost some of you, my fellow readers :'( But for those of you still here with me, thank you. For sticking with me and this story, which I've been working hard for.

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I LOVE Y'ALL WITH ALL MEH HART! (Yes, I did just misspell heart on purpose. I love Kevin Hart, he cracks me up so bad XD... Why am I being so random...?)

Again, very long chapter. Sorry if it gets boring.

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The sound of laughter that was very familiar to my ears was the only thing keeping me from completely freaking out.

That laugh...

That contagious laugh...

"Wait a minute..." It dawned on me all of a sudden. Anger ran through my veins, making a permanent frown come upon me.

HOW DARE HE?!

I bit his finger in fury, trying, but not getting the chance to, draw blood. He withdrew his hand, hissing a swear. His voice honestly sounded so different that it was barely believable that it was actually him. "GRAYSON! YOU FUDGING BASTARD. I'LL KILL YOU-" He slapped my face spot-on with his million-pound backpack, shushing me. I could have sworn I lost a tooth right then and there.

"Do you want us to get another detention from Gollum?" He muttered, sitting down on his desk. I scoffed and threw the backpack on the floor to regain my ability to see.

He looked pretty beat up. Well, not literally, but he looked absolutely terrible. Huge bags were under his bloodshot eyes and his skin looked paler than usual, almost seeming translucent to me, while his hair sported a messy, yet adorable, just-got-out-of-bed look. He kept sniffling and rubbing his nose, even sneezing at one point.

"Nice make-over. Going for the whole Edward Scissorhands appearance minus the scissor hands?" I joked.

He did his famous eye-roll. "Ha ha. Please stop, I can't breathe." He drawled out sarcastically.

I felt my heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice again. The unusual deepness of it made it sound that much more... There isn't any other word. Sexy. Pure and utter sexiness dripped from his every word without him even noticing.

My Lord. Why am I thinking stuff like this? What's happening to me?

Oh but he's just so hot...

NO! You're starting to sound like a horny teenager. STOP IT.

What? I can't help it. I mean, with those luscious brown eyes that make me want to melt in his arms, the way his hair always looks so incredibly silky causing me to have to refrain from running my fingers through it, how his lips are the softest, plumpest things I have ever witnessed in this planet,-

ERMEGHERDSHUTTHEHELLUPYOUCANBESUCHAPAININTHEBUTTSOMETIMES. JEEZ.

-how his glorious abs show from beneath that absolutely drool-worthy V-neck, the way his biceps flex when he-

Ugh. Ef you, conscience. Ef teenage hormones. Ef Gravity. Ef Karma. Ef the whole fudging Universe.

What are you even talking about, Delia?

How the teenage world sucks more than my mother's vacuum cleaner.

"What are you thinking about, Cinderella?" His face seemed so close to my desk as my mind fell back to reality with a thud! that I scrambled back, my breath quickening while my eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets.