Grayson's Heart

Chapter Two

He was hot, I'll give him that. He wasn't hard to look at. But he was the type.

"The type" meaning he was a womanizer. A repeat offender. He stuck his dick in any woman that looked his way.

He was probably waiting for me to fall to my knees and beg to let him have his way with me. Well he'd be waiting till death. "What could I help you with?" He asked, his bright gray eyes promising danger.

"I don't know where my class is," I answered honestly.

"Are you new? I've never seen you around here."

I nodded and pulled my class schedule out. "My first period is Mrs Petra. English," I said holding it out to him.

A smile spread across his face as he read my schedule. He really did have a great smile.

"Well lucky for you, I happen to have first period with you, along with third, fourth, six, seventh, and eighth," he said. "Yeah, lucky me."

"So where are you from? You don't have the Chicago grit and attitude."

I sighed. "I'm from Michigan."

He went to rest his hand against his locker seeming to forget it was open and stumbled when his hand fell through.

My confidence in him increased when a slight blush bloomed across his cheeks. Maybe Mr Too Cool For School wasn't to mighty after all. "That's cool. I've been up there a few times. Which..which part?"

I smiled at his attempt to play his near fall off. "The main part, upper Michigan is a tad different."

"I've never been to the UM. I visited Detroit though for volunteer work when the city tanked," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "Cool, um are we gonna go? To class?"

His eyes widened and he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just need to find my English book."

I nodded and stepped back as he went back into he stated of frantic search I found him in. "Got it!"

I smiled as he closed his locker. "Lead the way," I gestured. "So who did you move here with?" He asked me as we made our way down the hallway.

I bit my lip and looked away. "It's just me and my dad," I finally answered. I tensed in preparation for the next question.

"What does he do?" Grayson asked. I looked at him in shock. People usually ask about my mom. It was....nice. Different.

"He's an engineer. Aerospace actually. He builds planes, satellites, etcetera," I explained.

"Wow, that's really cool. Do you have a passion for it?"

I shook my head. "No, I've always wanted to work on n the medical field. I love the idea of helping people you know?"

He nodded, "yeah my dad's in the FBI. He always says that he joined because he wanted to help people. I think it's really cool that you want to help people. I think we need more people who want to help others."

My cheeks flushed at his praise. No Emerson! You will not fall for his stupid charade. He just wants in your pants, most guys like him do.

"Well here we are. After you," he said gesturing to the classroom I didn't realize we had stopped at.

We walked into the classroom, me first. "How accommodating of you to grace us with your presence Mr Andrews," a woman in a low cut shirt and a tight fitting pencil skirt. Mrs Petra I'm guessing.

"Sorry, I was looking for my book I-"

She frowned, "is that your excuse? Detention after school. Maybe you can be on time for that."

Wow, what a bitch. "It's my fault actually. I'm new and kind of got lost in the maze of halls and roped him into helping me," I explained gesturing towards Grayson. She stared at me in contempt before finally speaking. "You're off the hook. Don't be late to my class again."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you," he said and whispered his praise to me as he passed by to take his seat in the back of the classroom.

I scanned the room and decided to sit in the empty desk next to him. I didn't notice the leg that someone stuck out and tripped. Thankfully I regained my footing and glared at the prosthetic bitch who did it. "Oops," she said smiling.

"Don't worry about it. You're one of those blondes, no one can fault you for that," I said sweetly. The classroom erupted with laughter as she glared at me. I fluttered my eyelashes and continued to the back of the class.

Grayson was staring at me in awe as I sat down. "What?" I said innocently. He chuckled and shook his head. "I think you're gonna do just fine here."

The rest of the day went by quickly. When the dismissal bell from eighth period rang every one ran out of the room. "Hey do you need a ride?" Gray, as he told me to call him, asked from behind me making me jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine. And thanks but no thanks. My dad's coming," I said smiling politely.

"Okay, I'll catch you tomorrow I guess." I nodded and watched as he left the room.

As soon as he was gone my phone beeped telling me I had a message.

I'm sorry honey but my new coworkers invited me out. You're gonna have to take the bus or walk.

I sighed.

Okay, love you dad.

I packed up my belongings and left the school in a hurry.

I walked to the bus stop and sat down. If my mom were here she would kill me for sitting at a bus stop. I missed her so much. I pulled out my phone and opened up my pictures, clicking on the one of her and I when she was still healthy.

Our freckles and eyes were the only things that gave away we had been related. She had curly brown hair that ended at her waist and really high cheekbones. She was so pretty.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and blinked hard.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I looked up to see a black, classic car with Grayson sitting in the driver's seat. "Yeah I'm fine," I said nodding.

"I thought your dad was taking you home?"

"Something came up."

"Well I can't let you take the bus. That's dangerous," he said smiling.

"Well you can't stop me," I shot back stubbornly.

"Come on, I'll give you a ride. It's not like I'm and axe murderer Emerson. It would sit on my conscience all day if I let a pretty girl get on a bus in a city she doesn't know with people she doesn't know."

"And getting in a strangers car is better?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

He laughed. "Damn you're stubborn. You would definitely give a murderer a run for their money. I'm not a stranger. We just spent eight hours together."

I stared at him for a moment before deciding. "Okay, just promise not to cut me up in little pieces."

"Okay. No little pieces, chunks it is," he said. I laughed and got in the passenger side.

I told him my address and he pulled off. "How long have you lived in Chicago?"

"Born and raised my friend," he answered. "That's cool, I've heard the Chicagoans are series about your baseball."

"Hell yes. Baseball is fucking awesome. Plus no one can talk shit about the Cubs since they won the world series so not to toot our own horn but.....toot! Toot!"

I laughed and he glanced over at me smiling.

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