The Shirt (A Hayes Grier Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I may have woken up this morning in a new room, house, state, and region with no "friends", but I ran downstairs, are breakfast, got ready and literally almost ran to school.

I couldn't wait to see him.

I sort of wish he wasn't famous because now this feeling inside my gut could be called fan-girling but I know it's not that.

I saw him before we got to our lockers but he was surrounded by his friends and I didn't want to give him his shirt back when they were there. I tried to catch him before social studies, but he just smiled at me.

I tried before and after math but he just stared at me.

I tried before and after English but he just waved at me.

I tried before and after science but he just stuck his tongue out at me.

What's. Going. On?

I went through the rest of the day just thinking about how cute and gorgeous he was. When he smiled, stared, waved and stuck his tongue at me, I saw his bright sapphire eyes sparkle and his grin widen.

I was taking my bags out of my locker when I felt a firm tap on my shoulder.

"Yes?" I said confuse because I've yet to make friends or enemies so no one should be looking for me.

Wait. Hayes.

I turned around to see his piercing blue eyes staring at me. He had my shirt from yesterday in his right hand and his left hand was behind his head. I saw his million-dollar smile began to fade and he started to talk.

"I, uh, accidentally took your shirt yesterday," he said clearly looking guilty.

"Oh yeah," I began saying because I totally forgot about the shirts and started taking out his shirt, "Here's your..."

"You can keep it," he interrupted grinning and handed me my shirt, "But I think my brothers would not stop making fun of me if I wore this shirt, so here you go." He started laughing because my shirt was blue with white lettering that said Lady Falcons on the front, a shirt from my old school.

"No, really you can take your shirt, you'd need it more than I do. It's not so often that I would wear a football shirt that says "GRIER" on the back," I said smiling.

He put his hand on mine, looked into my eyes and said, "That's true for now, but that can change in an instant so you should keep the shirt." Then, he winked at me and passed me a paper. Before I could say thank you, he ran off.

Am I dreaming? Pinch me.

Pinch me to wake me up from this Hayes-induced dream.

Darkness. I felt my feet moving but I couldn't see. I felt my hand stick the note in my pocket but I couldn't hear the paper crinkle. I felt my brain send the actions of opening the door to my hand but I didn't feel my breath.

Light. Where am I? I heard a friendly nurses voice.

"Honey, are you okay? You have a fever and look ill. I saw you earlier today, you looked fine, what happened?" The nurse said.

Hayes happened.

"I need to get to practice," I told her.

"Sorry honey, there's no way, your temperature is in the 100's."

I looked around the office. It was white with blue and gray accents. I looked at the nurse and said, "How did I get here?"

"Your feet silly!"

The rest of the day was a blur. I woke up in my bed. My dad brought me home and carried me to my bed.

I woke up with a paper in my hand.

It read. "Abby, I'm sorry I took your shirt. I needed an excuse to see you again. I know I'm in a lot of classes with you but I can't talk to you there. It wouldn't be good for either of us. The girls in this school are like hawks. If I say something, they tweet immediately about it, Instagram it, Vine it, or call TMZ about it. Even some of my friends will. I don't blame them, it's just because I'm well-known. I would do it too, if I were them. I know that you won't do any of that, but I know it's not because you don't use your phone. I found your Vine, Twitter, Instagram and other accounts. It's okay that you lied because I lied too. I'm not sorry I took your shirt. I'm not sorry I ran into. I know there's a reason you came to Davidson Day and into my life. Whether it was God or fate, I know it's for the better. Bellow is my number, or you could just follow me on Vine, Twitter, and Instagram too. :) -Hayes :)"

What.

Pinch me.