Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Two. Smash Into You.

*Edited*

Song for this chapter: Beyoncè- Smash Into You.

I put the fifty dollar note in my bra to keep it for grocery shopping after school, I'll get Hunter to drop me off at Kroger after school since he drives me home and it's only about ten minutes from my house. I went into my living room to get my plain red jansport schoolbag and put it on the couch as I plonked myself down next to it just waiting for Hunter to come collect me.

I was looking up at the ceiling that had some mysterious stains on it, I mean I don't know how stains can get up on a ceiling. Lost in my thoughts I only realized Hunter was outside because Jackson came in and hit me with a cushion. I quickly grabbed my schoolbag that was next to me and rushed outside knowing Hunter isn't one to wait.

He was leaned up against his black shiny new car his dad bought him for his eighteenth birthday with a joint in his hand and sunglasses on. I have to say he looked damn fine. ''I was waiting for ages Libby'' He scoffed and rolled his eyes as he opened his car door and got inside not forgetting to slam it shut. He looked great but his personality?... not so much.

I rolled my eyes and made my way over to the passenger side of the car and got in not looking once at Hunter. I heard him sigh in frustration knowing i'm ignoring him, before he started the car and started driving us to school. There's no real reason why i'm currently ignoring him, it just drives me insane when he scoffs at me. I'm already dealing with enough shit at home, I don't need any more drama added into my chaotic life.

A few minutes of driving in awkward silence , I could see him glancing at me every few seconds while I was looking out the window pretending not to notice him staring at me. He stopped at the traffic lights and he just kept staring at me like some psycho serial killer but I still had my concentration on the window just looking at the rain that just started hitting off the window. I heard him let out a deep breath and then he turned his face away from me to look in front of him waiting for the traffic lights to turn green.

 From the corner of my eye I could see him pull something out of the glove compartment, he tapped me on the shoulder making me sigh but when I turned around to look at him he was holding something I needed more than anything right now, a joint. I gladly took it and I noticed he smirked at me then handed me a lighter which I took without thinking twice. I rolled the window down so the strong smell of weed wouldn't be infused permanently in his new car. 

 The first pull was like heaven, a craving I've been waiting too long for. After a few more pulls I could tell my eyes were starting to look like as if I was going to cry and my body started to feel all tingly. This is exactly what I needed, my vision was slightly blurry but I didn't mind because the buzz I knew I would soon feel would all be worth it.

When we pulled up outside of school, I opened my school bag that was at my feet and rooted through my bag looking for my eye drops so it wouldn't be too noticeable I was high in school. I found them at the very end of my schoolbag. I untwisted the lid and added two drops into each eye, I motioned the bottle over to Hunter but he shook his head telling me he didn't need them even though his eyes were clearly bloodshot.

 I quickly put my eye drops into my bag not wanting to test his patience then got out of his car the same time as him, he locked the door as we walked into school grounds. Ugh how i'm dreading this day, any day with school included I dread. Why can't I just be done already?

Before we walked in the school doors he held my hand like he always does to show people that apparently i'm his and no one can have me. It makes me feel like an object to be honest. No, it doesn't make me feel like an object by him simply holding my hand, it makes me feel like an object because of the way he talks about me when a guy even looks in my direction or says something so simply to me like 'hello'. He always says something to them like, 'she's mine back off' or 'you can't have her'.He never refers to me by my name it's always 'her'.