Molly's POV
"Beautiful." The boy said.
I studied the boys face. He was so handsome, it wasn't even fair.
His hair laid messily yet perfectly on his head. He had dark brown hair, which suited him well.
His eyes were hazel, but not just a regular hazel, a hazel that held gold flecks, just like my dad.
His lips were pink and plump, and not to mention but his teeth were absolutely perfect.
He had a very defined jawline, he looked like he was carved by god.
I stop thinking when I realize he's one of the twins, and that's why he was familiar.
I think he's name is Ethan? Or no, Grayson?
As in reaction to his words, my cheeks turn red and I pull a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Thank you." And I smiled. I actually smiled. Not a fake smile, but the smile I once held.
"That felt good to say out loud. I mean I was thinking it the whole time. You're just really beautiful, and don't let anyone of those guys bring you down. Nate is just stuck up and thinks he's cool because he's so popular. He doesn't know this but secretly everyone hates him." He said grinning playfully which made me giggle.
"What's your name? Are you Ethan, or Grayson?" I ask stupidly making me cringe.
"Ethan," He smiles, not bothered by the question, "And you are?"
"I hate my name, but i'm Molly."
"I like that name! Why don't you like it?"
"It reminds me of a doll, i don't know why." I giggle.
Ethan is making me happy, even if it's kind of weird that we are talking a a restroom, he's actually the first person that's been nice to me.
"Oh, i've never heard anyone say that before."
"Well, there's your first, and we should probably get to homeroom."
So we leave the restroom,
and walk to homeroom together.
This day went from the worst to the best in a matter of minutes.
