Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Monopoly

Skylar's P.O.V.

After the incident in sixth period, Grayson and I left school. I told Uncle Tony ahead of time, and he said that he would gladly excuse us.

As much as I wanted to go back home, a part of me was dreading the fact that I needed to explain the whole thing to Amy.

And let me tell you. When I finally did, she was not happy. She wanted to sue the school, along with Mr. Daniels, and get him locked up for sexual harassment.

After considering the time, money, and effort necessary to accomplish this, I finally talked her out of it. I let her know that I wouldn't be going to school tomorrow, and she completely understood. She also allowed Grayson to stay with me so I wouldn't be alone all day long.

So now it's Thursday, and here I am. In bed. With Grayson. Bored out of my mind. We've spent all morning just laying around and cuddling. Not that I'm complaining...

Apparently, Axel got a job as a store clerk. It's not the best option, but it was available. He's only planning on going to college for two years to earn his Masters degree, so just one year remains.

I guess he realized he didn't know what to do after school. It's understandable, but I don't think 'store clerk' is for him.

We haven't really talked about it much, our conversations usually revolve around random crap that our brains think of. Not that I'm complaining... It's usually really entertaining.

"Princess?" Grayson snaps me out of my thoughts.

I roll over to face him, indicating that he has my attention. I send him a warm smile and he returns it, though it seems forced.

I frown slightly and give him a confused look, he sighs before continuing.

"I think I'm bad luck to you." He says earnestly.

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, ever since I met you, you've been harassed and assaulted tons of times. Maybe I'm just bringing you bad luck."

I sigh place my hand on his cheek, making sure he won't break eye contact.

"Grayson. How many times have I been sexually harassed since I've met you?" I ask seriously.

"Three." He mumbles.

"And how many times have you saved me?"

"Three." He sighs, sounding defeated.

"Exactly. All those pervs coming onto me was inevitable. But if I hadn't met you, they would have done far worse than what they already had."

He sighs and nods in agreement before draping an arm over my waist. He lightly pecks my lips, resting his forehead against mine.

I smile, knowing I had won, and release a breath of content before closing my eyes. Snuggling closer to Grayson, I rest my head against his chest and listen to his calm, steady heartbeat.

Placing my hand over his heart, I shift upward slightly to feather light kisses along his neck and collar bone. His heart rate quickens as the pecks begin to linger more and more, earning a smile from me.

Soon, I find myself sucking on his sweet spot while he struggles to fight back a groan. Detaching my mouth from his neck, I nibble lightly on his earlobe.

"No one's home..." I whisper. "I think we should have some fun... Would you like that?"

I graze his ear softly with the tip of my tongue, he shudders under the contact and let's out a low growl.