Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Hallway Hugs

Skylar's P.O.V.

He turns and smiles at me before pushing up the kickstand and driving away, Carter and Isaac following closely behind.

Here we go.

I can't believe I'm doing this. What if he hates me for ruining his 'bad boy' or 'player' reputation? What if he never talks to me again? What if he kicks me out of his house and I have to go back with my dad?

I push all the thoughts to the back of my head and tighten my grip around Grayson.

After a few moments we pull into the school parking lot. Students cheer as we drive in. We do a few laps around the parking lot before Carter and Isaac screech to a stop, their front tires angled towards each other, leaving gap.

Grayson does a figure eight around the crowd and pulls to a stop between the two guys already parked.

When the motors stop, so does the cheering. And the whole crowd breaks into a fit of whispers and murmurs.

"Who is that girl?"

"Do you think she's paying him for this?"

"Oh she's so lucky!"

"What makes that girl so special?"

"I'm so jealous!"

"She's even wearing his hoodie!"

"There goes my chance at happiness."

I try to ignore the different conversations-all about me-while Grayson helps me off the motorcycle gently.

Oh boy....

Grayson smiles widely at me and nods, signalling for me to take off the helmet.

All eyes are on me as we stand in complete silence. Everyone waiting to see the mystery girl who showed up with the most popular guy in school.

I let out a shaky breath before taking off the helmet slowly. Once again adding in the hair flip.

I hear gasps all throughout the parking lot. Grayson's fan girls stare at me wide eyed in disbelief while the guys all went back to there business with disappointment spread across their faces. They were probably expecting some gorgeous and thin girl.

A frown takes over my face at the thought. But Grayson notices immediately and snakes an arm around my waist, placing a soft kiss on my temple.

This leaves everyone speechless and I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Let's go, Princess." He whispers to me quietly.

Without releasing my body, he leads me into the school. I feel hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at our retreating figures as we make our way down the halls.

Grayson crouches down to my small height-aware of my uneasiness-and whispers in my ear.

"Ignore them. They're just jealous." He says reassuringly.

I nod while chewing on my bottom lip lightly. Grayson walks me all the way to my locker and waits patiently as I get my books.

"Shouldn't you be with your friends? Or banging a girl?"

"My friends can wait, and screw those girls."

"Well go do something." I say.

"And leave you alone with all these horny guys staring at you? No way."

"Well, at least take out your phone. Play a game, text someone. Do anything other than stare at me."

"But I like staring at you." He says with a small smile.