grayson's pov
"No. No one but you."
it replayed over and over and over.
to answer all upcoming questions, yes i kicked her out. ONLY because at our school, you can only get help from other teachers, so it was only to get us closer.
I had to let her believe otherwise because if the board asked about it, she wouldn't know what to say, and she's not good under pressure. Then, she said the whole "i care about you and it got me thinking... maybe I should give her a chance.
I went to her house, waited outside, and began to overthink.
Should I go in? Should I text her?
Then, some car comes out of no where, she smiles from her window and rushes down to freaking hug the guy as he kisses her head. Like what? She lied.
So yeah, I texted her. I'm guessing she realized it was me by her famous quote i had written, unless she says that to everyone. I left after and that brings us to now. I'm in a bar. Alone. Again.
y/n: you cannot be serious.
I looked down at the text and scoffed at the screen, I cant be serious? SHE can't be serious. She left me out on cold-
*ding*
y/n: now you wanna talk to me?
y/n: you have the nerve to diss me at school but be upset at the fact that jeremy and i might have a little thing??
"God," I sighed, throwing my head back, "if only she knew."
I unplugged my phone from my charger and quickly turned my car off. Only looking to my porch to find my ex.
"Elle, go home!", I screamed, grabbing my brief case to exit my car.
"You miss me, Gray, I know you do!"
I take my keys and sigh, "Please go home. We ended for a fucking reason."
I wiggle the keys and she says, "There's someone else, isn't there?"
"Listen, we're no longer together. If there were, it wouldn't be considered 'somebody else'."
"Fine, but are you seeing someone? Yes or no."
I finally unlock my house door and look back, "More or less."
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the next day
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"That'll be all," I said, wiping my board clean, "you kids have a good weekend."
As the bell rang to end 6th period, the kids left and I sat, alone in my room. For a moment.
"How dare you?", she asked.
I looked up from my desk and see y/n walking in and shutting the door behind her.
"Y/n, you're the one-"
"No! Don't pull that s()it with me! I tried with you! Then, you humiliate me, kick me out you class, figuratively and literally," as she waved a piece of paper that read homework, "then, you come to my house, and get upset with me?! You can't-"
"Listen, to me," I said, getting up as she turned away from me, "yes, okay, I went to your house, saw you with that.. that guy-"
"Jeremy.", she said, turning to me, "Look-"
"No-"
"You denied me. You led me to believe it would never happen -- you kicked me out of your class-"
"I did that because if you were to move to a different guy, you have to come to me for help!", I finally say. It shut her right up. "I said no, so you wouldn't get all excited!", I took a deep breath, "I want you to know-"
"Mr. Dolan?", we both heard, our heads shot up and there was another teacher. Ms. Jane.
"Hottest teacher around"
At least that's what the kids say. I don't think so, but Lindsey (her first name) has been trying to hang out since my ex wife and I ended things.
"Yes?", I said, taking my detention slips out.
"I'll wait.", she said, shutting the door.
I sighed and looked at her and she was beyond upset.
"I'm just saying," I said writing on my slips, "that's why you got the grade you did! I need hard work for a solid grade-"
"But Mr. Dolan-"
"And for talking back," I managed to spit out, "here."
She took the slip and took a moment to read it, and scoffed , then walked out.
"Did you give her detention?", Lindsay asked.
"Something like that."
Little did she know, I wrote:
Tonight. 8 p.m.
pick you up @ your house.
please be there.
I want you.
