Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love The Lockscreen

Skylar's P.O.V.

Do you ever get that feeling someone's watching you? Where it's like no matter where you go, you can just feel someone's eyes on you?

Well I've felt like that all day. Elliot says I'm just being paranoid, but I don't know.

The bell just rang for lunch and we're walking to the bleachers. I can't help but turn and look behind me every few seconds.

"Would you stop that!? It's driving me crazy!"

"I'm sorry! But I can seriously feel someone's eyes burning into the back of my head!"

"Don't be such a paranoid freak." He laughs.

"Did I just hear you call my girlfriend a freak?" Grayson asks as he falls into step beside me.

"Uhm n-no, of course n-not." He stutters out.

I glare at Elliot, though it slowly changes to a smirk as an idea pops into my mind.

"Yes! He called me a freak, and hurt my feelings." I start fake crying into my boyfriends chest. "Grayson, beat him up."

He chuckles lightly and pats my head.

"That was extremely unconvincing. But if you want me to beat him up he's obviously bothering you. So..." He turns to Elliot. "I'll give you a thirty second head start."

His eyes widen and he immediately sprints away, dodging any students walking by. I laugh and turn back to Grayson. I pull him into a hug.

"Thank you." I say through giggles.

"Anything for you, Princess. But what was that all about?" He asks and continues walking.

"Ugh. All day I've felt like I was being watched, and he kept saying I was paranoid. It annoyed me." I said with a shrug.

Grayson visibly tenses and I raise an eyebrow.

"You okay?"

"Uh... Y-yeah, I'm fine. But I've had the same feeling." He admits.

"Well you're Grayson Edwards. People stare at you wherever you go."

"This is different though. I don't know how to explain it. But it's really-"

"-creepy?" I interrupt.

He nods slowly and I frown. So I'm not the only one?

"Let's skip the last two periods." Grayson says.

"Sure. I don't feel like going to Mr. Perv's class today." I mumble the last part.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. But yeah, let's skip."

He nods and takes my hand, leading me through the parking lot to his motorcycle.

We ride home and quickly make our way inside. We rush up the stairs, past a sleeping Axel on the couch.

I go into Grayson's room and flop onto the bed, he closes the door before falling down beside me.

"What do you want to do?" I ask while tracing patterns on the blanket.

"Let's play a game."

"I'm gonna regret this." I mutter under my breath as I sit up. "What kind of game?"

"Like the one we played after going shopping that day. We'll play twenty questions, but there's a punishment for not answering."

"Okay... What's the punishment?" I ask curiously.