Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Forgiveness

Grayson's P.O.V.

It's now nearing the end of sixth period, which means only a few more minutes until I have to face Tony.

Alone.

Well, technically not alone. I'll have Spencer and the guys, but no Skylar.

So she'll be alone.

I hate that. I hate the entire idea of that. She should never be alone, she should be with me. Always.

Now, I may sound a bit possessive, but I can live with that. What I can't live with, is Skylar getting hurt because I'm not there to protect her.

I've been able to crush some of the rumors, or be there with her to soften the blow, but I can't now.

And that kills me.

Tony's still has no idea that she switched classes, and won't be happy when he finally figures it out.

But as bad as I feel for myself, I feel ten times worse for Sky.

No more than a moment or two later, the bell rings to excuse us from class. I mindlessly trail behind the blob of students to get to Skylar, who had been caught in the front.

Soon, I make it out in the hallway, where she was waiting for me with a nervous smile.

I sigh and pull her into my chest, wrapping my arms around her tightly.

"I'll see you in an hour. Call me if anything happens."

She mumbles an agreement into my chest, but it isn't enough.

"I mean it, Skylar. Anything. Don't let anyone touch you, and if someone mentions to rumors, break their nose."

She huffs out a silent laugh. "Gray, I'll be fine. And I'm not punching anyone else today, my fist hurts enough as it is."

Upon hearing this, I release her from the hug and take her hand in mine to check up on the bruises for the hundredth time today.

She let's out an irritated groan and pulls her hand away.

"Grayson, I'm fine. Seriously. Now go to class and learn something, I'll see you in an hour."

She turns to walk away, but I reach out to stop her. My arms latch around her waist and pull her back to my chest.

She sighs and twists around to face me with a soft, reassuring smile.

"Everything will be okay." She says slowly. "I promise I'll text you immediately if something happens, and I'll see you soon, okay?"

I frown and nod, reluctantly letting her go. She sends one more smile before stepping back and turning away.

I watch as she slowly walks away, confusion flooding my head as she suddenly stops.

She jerks around all too quickly for my mind to process her actions. And before I can speak, she's in my arms with her lips smashed against mine.

Despite my shock, I'm able to respond to the kiss fairly quickly, snaking one hand around her waist and the other up to her cheek.

A moment or two sooner than I would have preferred, she pulls away and smiles, breathing heavily from the unexpected lip lock.

"Okay, now you can go." She breathes out.

I chuckle softly before placing a soft peck on her forehead and releasing her waist.

"Good luck. Be ready to tell me everything later. I love you"