Bad Boy G. D.

3

I walk onto the sidewalk. This is going to be a long two months.
"Hey!" Grayson calls, running up to me.
"Hey," I reply. He wraps his arm around me. I tense up.
"No need to be stiff. We're dating now," Grayson casually tells me. I wrap my arm around his torso. "Nice jacket."
"Thanks," I reply. "I'll see you later," I say and walk away. I head to my friends.
"What was that about?" Mel asks.
"Who knows," I reply.
"Whatever. Let's trash the girls bathroom," Jake suggests.
"Why the girls bathroom?" I ask.
"Why not?"

We walk into the school and head towards the girls bathroom. It's empty. Good. I rip the soap off of the wall. Cameron pulls out permanent markers.
He writes some shit on the mirrors. Jake and I throw toilet paper all around the bathroom. Mel plugs the sinks and starts the water. The bathroom door swings open.
"What the hell are you doing in here Grayson?" I ask.
"Helping. Since you guys did a poor job," he replies. Grayson grabs one of the stall doors and breaks it using his hands. Holy shit. I have to admit. He is hot. At least he's like us.
"Bye," he calls and walks out.
"What the hell? When has he ever helped us?" Cameron asks.

I walk to my locker, only to find Grayson standing beside it. He gives me a smile. I smile back.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm gonna walk you to class," he replies. I grab my books.
"Let's go," I say. We walk to math. Everybody stares at us. Mr. Asshelmet rolls his eyes because we're late. I sit down in the back. Grayson sits in his usual seat, opposite side of the room.
"What the hell was that?" Mel asks.
"What?" I ask.
"Ms. White and Ms. Jones. Would you like to share?" Mr. Assface asks.
"Nope," I reply. He returns to writing stuff on the board.
"Lauren," she whispers.
"Lauren White, Melanie Jones, Jake Thompson, and Cameron Dallas please come to the principles office," the desk lady says through the intercom. Mel and I stand up. We walk to the principles office. Jake and Cameron are already there.

"Please have a seat," Mrs. Scuppy says.
"It seems that you four have wrecked the girls bathroom. Once again. All of you will be suspended for two days," she tells us.
"Okay," I reply and walk out the door. We leave the school with our stuff. I get on my motorcycle. It roars to life. I wave to my friends as I leave. Wind is flowing through my hair. I'm going easily ten above the speed limit.

"I got a call from the principle earlier. She said you got a suspension for two days," mom starts.
"So what?" I ask.
"I'm taking away your keys for three weeks," she replies. I roll my eyes and give them to her.
"How am I supposed to get to school?" I ask.
"Ask one of your friends or take the bus," mom responds. I walk up to my room and slam the door behind me. I call Mel.
"What's up bitch?" she asks.
"Yo. Could you give me a ride to school for a while?" I ask.
"My parents took my keys away," Mel sighs. "You too?"
"Yeah," I reply.
"Don't bother trying to call Cam about it. His car broke down. Cam and I are getting a ride from Jake," she says.
"Okay. I'll ask him too," I tell her.
"Kay. Since we have the rest of this week off, New York?" Mel asks.
"Yeah! Definitely," I reply.
"I'll text the boys. Does leaving tomorrow work?" she questions.
"Yep. See you at ten?" I ask.
"Yeah, bye," Mel says and hangs up. I get a text from her on the group chat.

Mel💕😜: Who's in for NYC tomorrow?
Dallas🙄😍: We're gonna go...
Me: SHOPPING!!!!!!
Jakey😘😋: Hell yeah!
Mel💕😜: Can you drive Jake?
Jakey😘😋: Yep! What time?
Me: 10am
Jakey😘😋: I'll pick you guys up around then!
Dallas🙄😍: When are we getting back?
Mel💕😜: Sunday

I start packing. First, I grab a backpack to put everything in. Then, I grab my makeup and put it in a small bag. I put all my clothes and essentials into my backpack. And I'm packed. I open my door to tell mom.
"Mom! I'm going to New York tomorrow!" I yell downstairs.
"No you're not! You're going to your fathers on Friday!" mom yells back. I roll my eyes. Whatever. It's not like I'm listening to her. Anyways, it's not like I want to go to his house especially with his fiancé. A little bitch.

I take a shower and wait for a couple hours, before putting my backpack on. It's silent in the house. I turn off my light and open my window. A chilly breeze makes me shiver. I stick one leg out my window. I've done this many times. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly, I fully slide out my window and shut the window behind me. I see the shadow of my moms feet underneath my door.

Shit...