Paramour Heights High

Chapter 4

It was Friday night and the first football game of the season. Peyton had bribed Willow and I with the promise of muffins all week if we agreed to go to the game and watch her cheer. I was planning on going anyway. It was Talon and Zeke's first game of the season and I wanted to support them. Monday night came to mind, Talon had called and left messages on my phone, he was definitely pissed. I never messaged him back, as petty as it was I just didn't know what to say to him and honestly I think he knew that.

I was slipping on my jeans when I heard Willow shouting from the foyer.

"Gray, hurry up and get your cute ass down here. We're going to be late."

"I'm coming!" I yelled back at her.

Pulling on my combat boots and grabbing my bag, I met Willow at the door. My head was a mess the last couple of days and trying to avoid Talon without making it obvious had been difficult when all I wanted to do was wrap myself around him.

Willow understood I needed a few days to get my mind back on track and that once I did; I'd talk to her, let her know what was going on with me and I did; this morning. She called me stupid and told me she was staying with me until I sorted my shit out with Talon and Zeke. I wasn't surprised with this at all, Willow was bossy, and she'd do what she wanted. Talon and Zeke were the same. Damn, I missed them.

Willow had her purple hair piled on top of her head and had swapped her usual leather skirt for black jeans and a sweater.

I smiled -maybe a little too big- at her. Raising my brows and gesturing to her burgundy sweater, "Are you wearing a sweater? And in our team colors?" With a frown on my face, I raised my hand to check her temperature before smacking her in the forehead. "What the hell is going on?"

She rubbed her forehead, her eyes widening in realization, "Holy Fuck!" she looked down while holding her sweater away from her stomach, "Now I know why mama was all smiles before I left the house." She narrowed her eyes before shrugging, "Meh, at least I'm not wearing T's jacket. What an awesome way to make it obvious you know the Wolfe Brothers."

I frowned at her, looking down at the sleeves of Talon's jacket. "Damn it, you're right. Shit, shit, shit." I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and threw the jacket across the foyer. My eyes grew wide, why the hell did I just throw Talon's jacket across the room? Holy crap, Graycee, you've gone nuts.

Turning back to Willow like what I did was my normal, my eyes focused on her face. One delicate eyebrow was raised, her lips held in a tight line and her arms were folded across her chest. "What the fuck was that, Gray?" Her lips twitched, she wanted to laugh at me. "You looked like you were having a fit or something. It's just a jacket, Gray. I shouldn't have said anything; T will want you wearing it tonight anyway." Shaking her head she glanced at the jacket before giving me a hug. "He's crazy about you, girl. You need to sort this shit out. You're not a spastic, Gray." She stepped away from me with a small smile on her lips. "Get the jacket and lets go, Peyton's gonna be on our asses if we miss her cheer."

Grabbing Talon's jacket off the floor, my wallet, phone and keys; I followed Willow out the front door, locking it as I went.

"Gray, we're taking my car tonight." Willow shouted over her shoulder as she ran to her car. "Hurry up and get your crazy ass in my car, biatch!"

Looking over at Willow as we left, I smiled, my eyes misting."I love you, Willow. Thank you."

Willow's stupid smile left her face as she glanced over at me. Parking her car she twisted around to face me, her eyes were serious before they closed, her head tilting back resting against the window. She threw her hands in the air, "Gah, Gray!" She yelled.