Intoxicated // Grayson Dolan

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It was 2:00 am when my eyes opened to a loud thump from outside, "fuck," I groaned getting up grasping onto the blanket to expose my bare body. I scattered around my room cursing quietly trying to find a pair of boxers somewhere. Finally my hands clasped on a pair of leathery clothe, fuck, it wasn't boxers but rather Celine's bra. I traced my fingers across her bra, I adored it and it made me feel so good. I took it making sure she wasn't watching and planned on keeping it by popping it under my pillow.

Ethan didn't come home yesterday, well at least I didn't see him coming home, and I managed to convince Celine to sleep over.

I turned around to see Celine in a deep sleep, she looked amazing, I instinctively covered her with the blanket not wanting her exposed.

"Grayson?" I heard a harsh voice from my door.

Fuck, Celine was sleeping in my bed, Ethan couldn't see this, "Ethan I'm changing so don't come in, I'll be right out," I lied.

"Uhm okay," Ethan said with a strange tone.

I put my boxers on swiftly trying to make minimal noise, "Grayson," she groaned thumping her arms on the blankets, "where are you going, coming back here."

"Celine," I started before she cut me off, "come touch me, you're so good," she said half asleep not noticing the stuff she was saying.

I smiled knowing how good I can make her feel, "Celine, Ethan is here," I exclaimed.

"Fuck," she yelped, "I told you this wasn't a good idea."

"Just go in the closet for now," I hurled tossing her a blanket.

She dashed to my closet, "Come in Ethan," I huffed as my palms became sweaty.

I scratched the back of neck, trying to remain neutral. Ethan looked exhausted and for a moment I tried to focus on the facts of if he was okay.

"Ethan what's wrong?" I asked glancing at the closet door. I didn't know if it were something personal and well if it were than it would be a problem because Celine would overhear the conversation.

He played with his fingers back and forth, biting his lips, but not uttering a word.

"Ethan," I exclaimed, "you can talk to me, I love you and no matter what I will always be here for you and would never do anything to hurt you."

I leaned against the door, banging my head, wishing she wasn't here.

"Do you remember what the date is today," he finally said.

I glanced at my phone, checking the date, "what's so important about today?" I asked with confusion.

"We are leaving L.A," he said, "remember our enrollment in the new school."

Dang, I had totally forgotten, and wasn't ready to leave, I didn't want to leave, "I wish we didn't have to," I complained.

"Gray, the reason we are leaving for a new enrollment has to do with you," he said narrowing his eyebrows.

I chuckled, remembering why we had to leave L.A, "it wasn't my fault that I had sex with her," I complained.

"Grayson, what the hell are you talking about she was your teacher, quit having sex with everyone because it doesn't only affect you but it affects me to. I don't want to be leaving L.A because you just couldn't keep your dick in your pants," he hissed grabbing my collars.

"Woahh, dude," I laughed mimicking him, "I'm sorry I guess I'll learn to keep my dick in my own pants."

He punched at my shoulder, "I'm going to get the suitcase from your closet," he smiled.