Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Boomboxes

Skylar's P.O.V.

After cleaning Grayson's wounds, we left school to go back to his house. The others came too, wanting an explanation.

I called Isaac on our way there, telling him to meet us at Grayson's. I know he wasn't there when everything went down, but he'll definitely become a part of this if Luke is sticking around.

I left Elliot out of it since he doesn't know about my past, I wouldn't want to drag him into my drama. I knew he would be worried about me, so I sent him a text explaining that I wasn't feeling well.

At first he wanted to come see me, and probably take care of me. But Grayson texted him personally and told him to fuck off.

Once everyone is settled in his living room, including Axel, I begin the story.

"Lucas Fraser. Grayson and Carter just met him, and Spencer already knew him." I turn the the sofa where Axel and Isaac sit. "You two haven't met him yet, but Grayson just beat him up for touching me."

They each reach over and give Grayson a high five. He smirks and accepts them before pulling me onto his lap.

"Anyways..." I continue. "He was my best friend since Kindergarten, I was two years younger than him, but we were still really close. Not as close as me and Spence, but he was practically my brother. Once I turned nine, he became more... Touchy. Nothing inappropriate, just constant hugging and holding hands. I didn't think much of it since we were best friends."

My lip curls in disgust as I stare at the floor.

"About a week after that, Spencer moved to town. We instantly hit it off and became friends." Spencer smiles and takes my hand. "Luke didn't like it. He didn't like sharing, and he wanted me all to himself."

I sigh softly.

"The three of us started hanging out together. We all got pretty close, and Lucas eventually got used to having Spencer around. Though it didn't last long."

I clench my jaw tightly and take a deep breath.

"After my mom died... He was there to comfort me. He would stay with me, even though I wanted to be alone. He wouldn't let anyone else see me, not even my dad."

I shake my head bitterly.

"The day after my mother's death, Luke had still been there with me. We would just lay in bed, with me curled up in his arms while I cried."

Grayson tenses slightly at this and I stroke his arm softly to calm him down.

"I thought he was just being a good friend at the time. I thought he cared about me. I guess I was wrong. We were just laying there, watching movies and stuff. Everything was normal. Was. I don't even remember how it happened, but he leaned in and tried to kiss me, I turned last minute and he kissed my cheek. I was only like twelve, and he was trying to kiss me? Not even twenty-four hours after my mom's death?"

I feel a tear run down my cheek, and Grayson quickly wipes it away. I take a deep breath before continuing.

"He got mad that I wouldn't let him kiss me, and he slapped me once or twice, but not very hard. Just hard enough to hurt." Grayson tenses underneath me. "He left pretty soon afterward and I called Spencer. I told her what happened and she comforted me. Really comforted me. The way a friend is supposed to."

I pause for a moment, trying not to start sobbing from the unwanted memories.

"I didn't go to school or anything for a while after that. I didn't want to deal with the bullying I would get about my mom. Spencer understood, and she stayed with me the whole time, we talked for hours. And she was the only one who could make me laugh."