Juliet's POV
The perks of going to Blue Harbour high, your never get caught bunking. So I was able to slide past my dad last night without any questions about my little adventure to the other side of town.
I walked out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body. I dropped onto my bed and huffed.
All I could think about was Grayson, there was something about him I couldn't quite place my finger on.
I pushed the thoughts away and went to put on some clothes, I slipped on a cropped sweatshirt and some denim shorts. I left my hair to air dry because I just couldn't be asked to take out my hairdryer.
I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to join my dad for breakfast.
"Morning paps." I walked over to the island and sat down on a chair.
He fiddled with the frying pan before returning the greeting. I noticed the huge bouquet of white roses perched on the counter, I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What are those flowers for?"
I hopped of my chair and waddled over to admire them. My dad turned his head and chuckled, "I think you've got a secret admirer."
I picked up the small piece of card poking out of the centre of the bouquet and read it to myself.
Last night I asked you what you thought the most beautiful thing in this world was, well I didn't get to give you my answer. You'll get it soon.
I shoved the card into my pocket and smiled, biting my lip.
"Well do you know who it's from?" My dad asked causing me to snap out of my daze and turn around.
"Yeah I do, but I'm not going to tell you." I chuckled watching him attempt to flip a pancake.
He sighed, "Fair enough, but you're going to tell me eventually."
I looked down, I'm praying that time won't come any soon.
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Grayson's POV
I stared at the stacks of money scattered over my desk, resting my chin on my clammy palms. I didn't earn that money, I made it the illegal way. And if I get caught that's a one way ticket to six years in prison.
Ethan is already serving his time there, but he's getting let out soon. I'm nothing like Ethan and I'm nothing like my dad. At least that's what I tell myself.
"Throw me a stack son." My dad appeared at the door, he leaned against it making his muscles bulge out through his skin tight shirt.
I got up and walked over to my desk before chucking a small stack of money towards him. "Where you off to?"
He tucked the money into his jean pocket, "I'm going to see your brother. You should think about visiting him some time."
I scoffed, "He's getting let out anyway."
Truth is the whole six months Ethan's been in prison, I didn't go and visit him once.
"He asks for you a lot."
I dragged my feet back to my bed and dropped flat on my back. "I don't want to see him dad."
