Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Deadly Adidas

Skylar's P.O.V.

"Knock Knock! Are you awake?" I hear a deep voice from outside my door.

"No! Go away!" I groan.

"Nope! You've got school and my brother told me to wake you up." Axel says cheerily.

"What's got you so peppy?"

"Um, duh... The fact that you losers have school and I don't!" He brags.

"Asshole..." I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that, Sweetcheeks! Now get up before I get the hose!"

"I'm up! I'm up!"

I hear chuckling outside my door and roll my eyes. Jerk. I walk to the bathroom, in desperate search of a hair brush.

After digging through four cabinets and two drawers I find a ziplock bag marked 'Guest' containing a hair brush, toothbrush, lady stuff, and other hair/makeup products.

How many female guests does Grayson bring over?

I sigh and run the hair brush through my long straggly hair while brushing my teeth like my life depended on it. Damn. At this rate I won't have any more teeth to brush.

I swing open the bathroom door and walk downstairs, just now realizing that I'm still in the baggy shirt and sweatpants Sean gave me to sleep in last night.

Well Shit.

I make my way back up the steps and dig through the drawers. When I don't find any clothes, I do the only thing I can.

"Grayson!" I scream.

"Wha- What happened!? Are you okay!?" He screans while running into the room with a shoe in his hand.

Not being able to hold it in any longer, I burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Bu- whe- you- huh?" He stutters, causing me to fall on my bed laughing.

His concerned expression quickly changes to a scowl as he watches me laugh hysterically.

"Awww you were so worried about me!" I said walking over to pinch his cheeks.

"Well, yeah! I thought there was a murderer in here or something!"

"Okay. So let me get this straight. You thought a murderer was after me. So you decided to stink them to death with your old shoe?" I ask, erupting in giggles once again.

He stands and glares me while I try to contain myself.

"Are you done yet?" He asks irritated.

"Whew. I think so." I say wiping a fake tear from my eye.

"Why did you yell for me?"

"I just needed clothes. I don't have anything except what I wore yesterday. And those I covered in blood." I say with a shrug.

"Oh. Yeah.... That might be a slight problem."

I nod. He looks around as if expecting to see a designer outfit in my size that just so happens to be floating in the room.

After a moment of silence he snaps his head back to me, I wouldn't be surprise if he got whiplash. He looks at me with a smirk in his face.

Oh boy... this won't be good.

"You know what? I have the perfect outfit." He says evilly.

I raise an eyebrow at his sudden change in attitude.