I hopped off Hunter's motorbike, handing him back the helmet he made me wear. Looking around the place I realised it may have been a bad idea coming here, but there was no going back now.
"You might wanna close up that jacket, the guys here tend to get a little too excited when they see a pretty girl." Hunter said looking down at my half covered stomach.
"Sure thing, dad." I rolled my eyes as we walked towards the entrance of Bruisers Bar.
There was a chorus of catcalls and wolf whistles as I walked in, the bar was crowded and full of people dressed in leather jackets and covered in tattoos. Rock music blasted in the background.
I needed to find Grayson, but with all the people in here that would be nearly impossible.
"Yo Gray!" Hunter yelled towards the snooker table. I turned around and surely enough Grayson looked up just as he was about to serve. He snaked through the mobs of people, I didn't think he'd noticed me yet.
"Bought you some company." He pointed to me, Grayson stopped, leaning on his snooker stick.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I wanted to talk to you, alone." I replied looking around nervously.
Grayson eyes traced my body as he handed the snooker stick to Hunter.
"Follow me." He said, leading me through the crowds of people and out the back door. The back of the bar lead to the Harbour, boats were patrolling around.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" Grayson said breaking me out of my train of thought, he leaned against the bars overlooking the docks.
I sighed, "Yeah, I'm not new to the whole bunking school thing anyway."
He smirked, "Juliet's a bad girl, I had no idea."
My mind was still quite fuzzy on how he knew my name.
"How do you know my name?" I asked him, his biceps flexed as he turned to face me. My oh my, he was even hotter up close.
"People talk." He said, "Anyways, why'd you come here? I'm pretty sure your dad won't be too happy with your little visit to the other side of town."
"Well my dad won't find out." I fumbled with the keys in my pocket, "I came here to thank you for what you did last night, I ran off without even saying anything and now I feel like an idiot."
Grayson smiled, for the first time since I'd seen him. "You came all the way here to thank me?"
My cheeks flushed, "Well if you put it that way." My eyes ran along his tattooed arms, I noticed bruises on his knuckles and my eyes widened.
"Are you hurt?!" I gasped, reaching for his hand only for it to be yanked away.
"It's just a couple bruises, I'm fine." He tried changing the subject. It was pretty clear that he didn't want me to draw any attention to his bruised hand. I wanted to slap him for being so careless.
"Give me your hand." I demanded.
"No."
"Give it to me."
"No."
I huffed, glaring at him. "You're gonna regret not letting me bandage that up." I said, frustrated at him for not letting me treat his hand.
Grayson chuckled, "You know, you look cute when you're mad."
"It's not funny." I snapped, "It's my fault your knuckles are busted."
