Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Big Words

Skylar's P.O.V.

After leaving the house, Grayson and I rode in silence. Mostly because of the obnoxiously loud bike, but also because we were content.

Not happy. Not sad. Content.

The silence was inevitable, the roar of Grayson's motorcycle just gave us an excuse.

The usual ten minute ride took only five as he sped through the empty streets to school.

He pulls over at the corner he normally drops me off at before the show. I move to take off my helmet but Grayson places a hand on the top of my head to hold it on.

I flip up my visor and give him a confused look. He just smirks and flips it back down. I scoff and take off my helmet quickly before he can stop me.

"Skyyyylaaaarrrrr!" He groans out.

"Grayysooonnnnn!"

He slides off his motorcycle and turns around before sitting back down, now facing me. He crosses his arms over his chest and I do the same. We continue to pout for a while until Isaac and Carter pull up beside us.

"Woah... Trouble in paradise?" Carter asks.

Grayson shoots him a glare before returning to our stare down. The other guys laugh and I flip them the finger.

"Can you guys finish this later? We gotta do the show." Isaac says. "Skylar, are you doing it with us again?"

"No." I answer right as Grayson answers "Yes."

Isaac raises an eyebrow and chuckles slightly. I snap my head to him, giving a 'what the hell' look, but he only responds by shaking his head.

"If Grayson says you are..." Carter walks over and pats me on the back. "Then you are. There's no way this kid's letting you off his bike."

I look forward only to be met with Grayson's back. My eyes widen and I jerk my head to look at the guys, who are also on their motorcycles.

"Shit!" I shout as Grayson starts the bike.

I jump off as fast as possible and run to the sidewalk. He immediately stops his ride and climbs off.

He slowly walks over to me with his hands in his pockets. Not knowing what to do, I stand frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

Once he's about five feet away, I squeal and turn to run, only to be stopped by Grayson grabbing my, or should I say his, sweatshirt.

I struggle against his grip and eventually escape. I get a good four seconds of freedom before I'm pulled back by the waist.

I still squirm in his hold, causing him to pick me up and swing me over his shoulder. I pound my small fists on his back and kick my legs, earning a chuckle from all three of the boys.

Knowing I can't win, I groan and stop fighting. Grayson laughs at my pathetic attempt at winning, earning another punch on the back.

"You know, Princess..." He starts. "Maybe we should just walk to school like this. I'm definitely liking the view."

He gives my ass a tight squeeze before slapping it roughly, but not hard enough to hurt me. I gasp and slap his side while the others laugh.

Assholes...

"Let's go, Babygirl." Grayson places me on his motorcycle. "You're doing the show whether you like it or not."

"Not." I answer bluntly before muttering a barely audible 'asshole'.