Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love A Fat Stickman

Skylar's P.O.V.

Woohoo! Thursday! Exactly one week of dating Grayson! Now don't worry, I'm not going to be one of those girls who counts every waking moment as an anniversary and demands gifts.

Though I wouldn't mind the 'gifts' part.

Even though I'm not some clingy and obsessed girlfriend, it's nice to know that it's been an entire week and he hasn't gotten tired of me yet.

I'm on my way to art class right now. It's my personal favorite, mostly because I'm Mr. Jones's best student. Also because I absolutely love to sketch, paint, pretty much anything where my mind is the only thing telling me what to do.

The teacher will just give a prompt, and the rest is up to you and your imagination.

I have this class with Grayson, Elliot, Spencer, Carter, Isaac and... Britney. Oh, and we can't forget her minions!

I internally groan as I walk into the classroom and see her sitting on some guy's lap while flirting with two others. Poor boys... Nothing can save you now...

I cross the room silently and take a seat near the window. I take out my phone and play Flappy Bird as I wait for class to begin.

Hearing footsteps, I glance up and see Isaac enter the room, followed by Carter who's carrying a large camera.

Weird...

They each take a seat to my left and send a warm smile. I return it before going back to my game.

I come close to beating my current record when suddenly a chair is pulled out, screeching against the floor beside me.

I shoot my head to the source of the obnoxious sound and see Grayson smirking at me.

I roll my eyes and give a small wave. He smiles and leans across the thin path separating our desks.

"What ch'ya playing, Princess?" He asks curiously.

"Flappy Bird."

"Come sit on my lap. I'm awesome at that game and I wanna beat your score."

"And why would I need to sit on your lap for you to play a game?" I ask mischievously.

"Oh that's just my little bonus."

I roll my eyes and giggle slightly. Without moving from my seat, I return to my game, knowing it would annoy him.

From the corner of my eye I see his body shake, proving that he had laughed.

Still not taking my attention away from the game, I notice his figure stand up and walk somewhere out of my peripheral vision. Oh boy...

Now slightly paranoid, I continue tapping my screen to help my birdie survive.

Come on, one more!

...Shit.

I glance up and see Carter smirking at me, along with Isaac who's giving me an apologetic smile. Where's Grayson?

Before I can verbally ask the question, two strong arms pick me up from behind and swing me out of the chair.

I let out a short yelp at the lack of solid ground below my feet. The person behind me chuckles and plops down in my seat setting me on top.

I cross my arms like an angry child and glare straight ahead, determined not to make eye contact and give in.

Two arms snake around my waist tightly, sending butterflies through my stomach. A face is nuzzled into the crook of my neck, forcing the corners of my lips to twitch upward slightly.