The New BadAss In Town

Chapter 4 : First Day Of Hell

"The first day of school starts tomorrow. Be prepared." It was the last thing Grayson said to me before he left my house.

Not that it made that much of a difference though since he lived right next door.

I walked to my bathroom, stripping myself, getting ready to take a hot shower.

I turned on the water, making sure it was perfect before stepping under it. The warm water hit my skin, and I instantly relished in it. My muscles relaxed after being so tense, and the small aches began to slowly sooth.

After about a half hour, I was dressed in a sports bra and grey sweats with my hair tied into a messy bun.

I peered into the window that was beside my bed, watching Grayson's muscles flex as he pulled his shirt off. His abs were tanned and smooth, and every time he moved they would bulge. Hearing my phone ring, I quickly grabbed it to see who was calling.

Unknown ....

Swiping across my screen, I answered the phone deliberately.

"Hello?"

"Enjoying the show?" Grayson's voice rang into my phone, and I almost got whiplash from doing a double-take from my window.

There he stood, in all his shirtless glory. The phone was held up to his ear, and a smirk was tugging at his lips.

I sent my middle finger at him, and which he let out a deep, throaty laugh over the phone.

"Grayson: 1, Avalon: 0" He said, before hanging up.

How did he get my number?

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"Mmhm." I hummed, swaying my hips to the song that was in my head.

I finished the last touches of my mascara before putting it back into its designated place.

I looked at myself in my full length mirror.

I let my chocolate hair loose and ran a brush through it, the slight waves moving whenever I did. My makeup was light, a couple coats of mascara, and my signature blood red lipstick. I was wearing a black onesie, with a pair of ripped dark wash blue jeans. I paired it with a white baseball jersey shirt, and a pair of black converse.

Not too dressy, not too simple.

I quickly walked downstairs, as when I checked the time it was 7:15. Class starts at 7:30, meaning I had 15 minutes to eat breakfast, and make my way to school. Walking into the kitchen, I was invited by the smell of bacon and voices of the other consumers that lived in this gigantic house, including my father.

I grabbed three pieces of bacon and stuck one in my mouth as the voices carried throughout the house.

"Good Morning." I spoke to everyone, not making eye contact.

"Good morning sweetie." My father kissed my cheek, and snatched a piece of bacon out of my hand, popping it into his mouth and hurried out of the kitchen before I could get to him.