The Bad Boy Got Me Expelled

The Bad Boy Got Me Expelled (15)

12 days

It's funny I think, how I know all of this is made up. Everything. All that Grayson and I are is an illusion that I created. I have him fooled, but am I fooling myself too? I have twelve days left in this false world where Grayson likes me and I like him, but right now, as I'm laughing so hard I'm curling up in a ball on his couch, hands gripping my stomach and watching him do the same, I wondered what it would be like to stay like this forever. Under the illusion that we're a happy couple and it's just us and we have a chance in the world. How would we ever have a chance when our relationship started with my plotting to destroy everything that he is?

"First Kiss?" I asked him, recovering from my laughing fit after his hilarious first time confession of which I'll spare you the details of.

He looked up, eyes squinting, trying to remember back to the first time he kissed someone. "I can't remember her name, but I do know she bit my tongue." He scowled and I laughed again. He gestured at me.

"Julian's cousin during a game of spin the bottle. Jules was not happy." I grinned as I laid my head on his stomach, looking up at him. He planted a kiss on my forehead, something he did at least fifteen times a day, each time ensuring my heart skipped a beat and the butterflies tickled my stomach.

Grayson stopped then, his forehead creasing. "Have you ever kissed Julian?"

Oh god no, after this conversation I know to be expecting a jealous boyfriend every time Julian was around.

"Yes." I nodded. "A bunch of times...but he's gay, Grayson, you don't need to worry."

Grayson tried his best to look unbothered, but he came off as defensive. "Cool, I just don't see why you'd even kiss him since he's gay."

"You know how when girls are best friends they kiss each other at parties and in photos..." I said. "Yeah think of it like that."

He scrunched his nose up. "You have photos of you guys kissing?!"

"From like two years ago!" I defended. "It's a friendship kiss anyway, get over yourself."

"We should head out anyway. I'm lucky I was invited to their house for Scarlet's birthday considering the restraining order. We shouldn't be late." This came as a shock, Grayson never cared about being on time, but everything was different when it came to Scarlet. He truly would do anything for her.

God forbid the day a boy wanted to date her, that boy won't know what hit him.

Grayson drove us to their house, his palms were sweaty, he cracked his knuckles four times in seventeen minutes, he checked how he looked six times before we left the house and once more when we pulled up. He was nervous. Understandably. Though I'd bet he'd never admit it.

"You'll do fine, just be yourself." I reassured him as we stood over the road from the house, outside the jeep.

Grayson scoffed. "Their advice would be to be anybody else." He muttered, straightening up his leather jacket and clutching my hand.

We knocked on the door and immediately it was swung open.

"My baby boy!" His mother wrapped her arms around him tight and he shot me a startled, confused look.

I guess even though they're not on good terms and Steve was successfully pushing him out of the family, a mother would naturally miss her son, no matter their relationship.

"Please Grayson, no drama today, this is Scarlet's day." She warned as she let go of him, then greeting me.

We closed the door behind us and headed out back into the garden where Scarlet and her friends played on a rented bouncy castle.