Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Unknown Numbers

Skylar's P.O.V.

After our little hallway incident, we all agreed on attending fourth period. We wanted to skip and just hang out with our boyfriends or girlfriends, but if we actually planned on graduating and leaving this hellhole, we needed to show up for at least a third of the year.

As we walk through the halls to class, we peel from our group. Grayson, Isaac, and Mia have History with me, while Carter has Calculus, and Spencer has Literature.

We literally had to pry the couple apart so they could go their separate ways, and I could tell they were mad that the rest of us could remain together.

As we walk into the classroom, I almost forget that we're late. Almost. But Mr. Riley just had to stop us at the door and get an excuse.

"Uhmm... We had a little... Episode... During third period. We were a bit distracted." Isaac explains.

"Ah yes. I heard about that. Practically every student in here was watching the video." He informs.

My eyes widen and the others laugh. How the hell has it spread that fast!? Half of these people weren't even there!

I groan slightly and stomp to my seat in the back. Grayson plops down next to me, while Mia and Isaac sit somewhere near the middle.

As the teacher drones on, I feel my phone buzz twice in my pocket. I glance at Grayson to see if it was some flirty message from him, though he's face down on his desk, seemingly asleep.

I scrunch up my face in confusion before pulling out my phone. I type in my passcode and tap on the new texts.

Unknown Number: Hey babe. I saw ur little show 2day in the hall. Every1's talking about it.

Unknown Number: BTW, look forward. Front row on the far left.

I glance up to where the text said, instantly my eyes land on a certain dirty blonde. I feel my body tense at the sight of his cocky smirk, though my uneasiness only seems to amuse him.

I send him a sharp glare before deleting the chat conversation and turning to Grayson's sleeping form. I tap him lightly on the shoulder, hoping it's enough to wake him, when my attempt proves otherwise, I try again, slightly harder.

His body remains limp and lifeless until I take out a pencil and poke him repeatedly in the arm. He groans softly in protest before waving my hand away.

Running out of ideas, I try the one thing that is so to work. Leaning in closely, I bring my lips to his ear, not missing the slight shudder as my breath hits his skin.

I smile at the effect I have on him though quickly snap out of it as I remember what my goal here was.

"Grayson." I whisper. "If you don't wake up this instant, I swear to God, I won't be kissing you for a long time." I threaten.

His head shoots up, barely missing mine. I smirk at how easy it was before my expression turns serious.

"Okay, first of all," Grayson whispers. "You gotta stop with that threat. And second, are you okay? What's going on?"

I smile slightly at his evident concern, then shift my gaze to where Luke sits, still staring at me. Grayson's eyes follow mine, and he soon spots the smirking idiot.

"That fucker..." He mutters lowly.

I place a hand on his forearm, successfully calming him down. He shifts his eyes from Luke, to me, then back again. He repeats this once more before reaching over and pulling me out of my seat.