Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Sixteen. Do you believe in aliens?

Edited.

Song for this chapter: One Republic-Let's Hurt Tonight.

School went by quicker than what felt like a blink of an eye. Me and Grayson didn't end up sitting together at lunch, and no he didn't ditch or forget about me. I simply sat with Becca and the other blondes alongside Blake who still doesn't acknowledge my presence but I think we're making progress because I got a nod as a greeting when I sat down with my lunch tray in hand ready to delve into my food earlier today.

Those girls still surprise me every time I spend time with them, their witty jokes and stories that seem too funny to be true make me realise that I can have friends who actually want to be my friends and not because they want to pressure me into doing stuff. I mean besides trying to force me into going to prom next year those girls and maybe possibly Blake seem like genuinely nice people that I want to be friends with.

Grayson and I were at our-his? secret place again in Hollywood after making sure Gabriela was okay,turns out she's with Bella. Anyways of course we had to stop at Copperfields for my beloved Twizzlers and for gas. 

It wasn't dark out but stars were just starting to twinkle in the orange sky as the sun slowly but surely dimmed.

''I have so many questions to ask you'' I spoke up as I sucked on a twizzler that I was sure was making my lips blood red like I was Bella Swan after she became a vampire.

 ''I have so many answers to give you'' He replied back wittingly, a smirk on the corner of his mouth.

I didn't know what to ask first, I had too many unanswered questions so I just blurted out the first question that came to mind. ''What's your favourite food?''. Of course the first thing that comes to mind has to be food. 

He chuckled from beside me as our hips touched off each other sending a jolt of electricity running through my body, his eyes shot towards mine, he couldn't have felt that too, right?

''Just your basic Sunday dinner'' He shrugged with a smile. ''Does my food choice surprise you that I didn't pick something boujee like salmon and caviar?''. 

Did it surprise me? ''No'' I answered, but judging by the look he was giving me, he knew I wasn't telling the truth.

''Okay yes it did, I mean i'm sure if I had tried as much food from different places around the world like I assume you have, i'm sure I'd find something better than a simple Sunday dinner''.

I looked at him with a raised brow,waiting for another food choice, ''Yes, there has been amazing dishes I tried from different cultures but nothing compares to food at home cooked by your family that you all enjoy together, it makes the food a hundred times better''.

I never thought of it that way before, but still my favourite food is and will always be chicken nuggets.

''Okay, my turn'' Grayson announced as he cracked his knuckles,well this should be interesting. ''Lib, I never knew how to ask you this, I guess I didn't want you to think i'm delusional for asking you this early'' He paused, leaving me on the edge of my seat, I couldn't take my eyes off him as I tried to read what he is trying to ask me.

 ''Grayson, are you okay?'' I asked him with a mixture of both worry and humor, he was pacing back and forth, running his fingers through his brown locks. Taking in a deep breath, he finally answered me by giving me a nod.

''I guess what i'm trying to say is, Lib''. What was he going to ask, one question I hoped he would ask kept popping up in my head but since i'm used to letting my hopes up, I had to push it aside-for now.