Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love A Pre-Fiancé

Skylar's P.O.V.

I trail behind Elliot helplessly as he forces me through the crowded room. There's no way out of this.

A few of the other seniors smile knowingly at me, while I only stare back with a look of confusion.

Carter soon jogs up to us from somewhere on the side, placing a hand on Elliot's shoulder.

"Hand." He says simply.

I scrunch up my face, not understanding his demand. At least, not until Elliot's expression turns to one of panic, and he quickly releases my hand.

Okay...

Carter wends a wink my way before returning to the crowd he came from. Elliot continues leading me through the cafeteria, this time without physical contact.

Eventually, we arrive in the middle of the large room, and he stops. I open my mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Elliot once again.

"Wait right here." He says.

And with that, he walks away, leaving me alone, in the middle of everything. I mentally scold him for drawing attention to me with his kidnapping.

Glancing around at the crowd, I instantly feel self conscious and try to suck my stomach in. I hug myself slightly, my left arm hanging limp, while my right arm grips it just above the elbow.

Why is everyone looking at me?

"Hello everybody! May I have your attention please?" A voice booms from somewhere behind me.

I twirl around, searching for the source of the noise. My eyes quickly land on Grayson, walking toward me through the crowd, which easily disperses and allows him to pass.

My eyes widen as he reaches where I stand. He's wearing a wireless headset with a microphone attached, and his hair is it's usual hot, disheveled mess. But the suit is what catches my attention.

"What are you doing?" I whisper.

In return, he only sends me a warm smile, followed by a wink. I glance around the cafeteria, searching for the best way to abscond this.

Maybe I could fake a heart attack...

Before I can fully plan my escape, Grayson steps forward and takes my hand gently in his. He places a soft kiss on my knuckles before taking a deep breath.

I let out a small squeak as Gray lifts me by the waist, positioning me so I'm standing on top of the table.

The heat rises in my cheeks as awkwardly stand in front of the entire school. Grayson steps up onto the table gracefully and takes both of my hands.

He kisses my forehead lightly before turning back to the throng of teenagers.

"Alright. So as a lot of you may know, something happened on Friday. I know that most of you, or quite possibly all of you, saw that video."

The audience remains silent, allowing Grayson to continue.

"Well it was a mistake, and a huge one at that. I'm in love with Skylar," I bite my bottom lip and and look to the ground. "And I always will be. I want all of you to know that. And more importantly, I want her to know that."

He stares into my eyes for a moment, with an emotion that I can't quite translate to words. Then, catching everyone by surprise, he bends down on one knee.

My jaw drops and my hands fly up to cover my mouth. What the hell is he doing!?

"Don't freak out." He whispers. "Just listen."