Chloe's Point of View
After my parents left and I had no way of getting back home. I was prepared to make the long walk home when I saw Grayson staring at me. I quickly looked down at the table but he came over a few moments later.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Look I'm sorry about Thursday, I just have a reputation to uphold," he said as if that made sense at all. "Thanks for helping me out yesterday," he said added awkwardly.
"That's stupid, but whatever, you're welcome," I mumbled, I was too upset to deal with Grayson's two-sided behavior.
"Was that your mom?" he asked trying to make conversation.
"Unfortunately."
"Why is that bad?" he asked curiously. "I mean don't get me wrong your parents sound like assholes but they give you everything you want, how could that be bad?"
"Yeah it's great never seeing my parents and living alone, and having freedom and money totally makes up for it," I said sarcastically.
"Well it would for me."
"Yeah? You can have it." I muttered. "I don't remember the last time they were around for more than a couple hours. Scott's all I have and he's in another freaking state," I whispered.
Something in his face looked like he wanted to console me but as soon as I saw it, it disappeared and returned to his usual cocky grin.
"I remember Scott, he was a senior here when we were in middle school," he said.
"Yeah, he got married to his high school girlfriend, Emily, he's got a toddler and another on the way now," I said starting to smile.
"Wow, he grew up."
"I guess we both did," I admitted.
"What do you mean?"
"After he left, it's not like we had someone to take care of us, Ali and I-" my voice broke, "I guess we had to take care of ourselves," I said swallowing the lump in my throat.
"About Ali, I guess I never really said anything about it, but what happened to her?" he asked.
My hands curled into fists, "I don't want to talk about it,"" I said furiously. He looked hurt but immediately changed his expression back to his signature smirk once again.
"Fine whatever, you need a ride?"
"You would drive me home?" I asked back.
"Not from here, I walked but we can walk to my house and my mom can take you. Her shifts ends in a couple hours," he offered. I must have looked shocked because then he said, "I'm only offering cause you did the same for me."
After deciding there really wasn't another option, I nodded and followed him out the door.
"So tell me about yourself," he asked after an awkward silence.
"Well what do you want to know?"
"Anything," he said shrugging.
"Fine, I'm seventeen, I like rock music, and ugh I don't know," I said exasperatedly.
"Okay fine, favorite food? Mines pizza."
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Teen Fiction"I'm not like them, they aren't like me, we're different, and thank God for that because if I was like them no one would ever want to talk to me." -Unknown
