Call You (Completed)

Part 18

A/N Surprise :) Hopefully it isn't terrible.

Grayson's POV

I let out a deflated sigh and re-prop my head on the crook of my arm, realizing she wasn't going to respond. I toss the phone on the bed, and lean back in the swivel chair in front of my desk.

My older sister slams open the door, and I jump. 

"Alright, Grey, we're going to go say hi to our new neighbors," she announces.

"What, no. They moved here three months ago!" I eye the phone, waiting to see if it lights up, but it doesn't.

"My point exactly, kid. We still haven't greeted them. So get your lazy butt up, and you're going to go give them cookies." She cackles, and hands me a Tupperware of cookies.

"I'm going to?! My PRINCIPAL lives there! AND DON'T CALL ME KID."

"Did I say that?" She raises her voice to a patronizing tone. "Aw, Gweyson, I'll suppwot you from behind! Do know she is my principal as well?"

I growl. "Go away, Lice-head."

She narrowed her eyes. "Very mature, Grey-poop face. Mom said you aren't allowed to call me that."

"You aren't allowed to call me Grey-poop face either."

"My point exactly. Let's go." She grips my wrist and drags me protesting out of my room. The swivel chair doesn't fit through the door, so when it lodges between the door frame, I fall off the chair.

Felicity looks down at me on the floor. "You're such a mess Greyson ... "

I grunt, and stand up. I'm five inches taller than she is, yet her stance makes her terrifying. Her grip is of iron and I'm stumbling and following her along. I snag my letterman on the way out of the door, before she pushes me and I'm hurtling into the driveway.

"FELICITY STOP!"

"Boohoo," she tells me, as I regain my balance, and then she hands me the cookies. "Let's go."

Disgruntled, I look back at the house.

The walk to our new neighbors' house takes less than ten seconds, and Felicity has rang the doorbell even before I got up the first step of their porch. I stand behind her.

A bark sounds through the house, and a scuttling of paws. Then a voice I recognized, "Eeyore, no!"

Eeyore?

The door opens, and my principal opens the door, an apron draped over her, professional skirt and blazer gone, curly red hair loosing from her bun, and glasses over her green eyes, holding back a tail-wagging dog.

"Hi Mrs. Massie! I'm Felicity Hollister, and this is my brother Greyson - we live next door, and I figured, even if you moved here three months ago, it would still be good if we introduced ourselves." Felicity's chirpy attitude irritated me, but when she pinched me, I quickly mutter a 'hi' as well.

Mrs. Massie was surprised. "Oh, you two go to Hazelwood High don't you?" She turns to my sister. "And you are on the Honor Roll!" She turns her attention to the dog. "Eeyore, find Isa!"

I relax. Isa, not Sadie.

Eeyore trots off, happy with his task, and Mrs. Massie turns back to us. "Would you like to join us for dinner? Isa made way too much casserole, and though we love her food, I personally hate frozen and re-thawed casserole."

I look at Felicity mutely. A homemade meal does sound good. If we decide to eat at home, we'd have to eat microwave food. I mentally will her to accept.

Felicity isn't sure. "Um, won't we be imposing on your family??

Mrs. Massie laughs. I shudder. It's weird to see your principal outside of school. "Oh no, dear! I'd love to have you two for dinner! My eldest daughter just went back to her house with my son in law, and I do already miss having people in the house."

Eeyore yips at our feet again, a girl trailing in after him. I stare at her, taking in her slender figure, and straight hair hanging to her high waist. She's wearing dark jeans and a white tank top. Her eyes are a warm hazel, and she looks straight at me, and her eyes widen.

Mrs. Massie motions for her to come forward, her hands fluttering at the same time. "Felicity, Greyson, this is my daughter, Isadora. She usually goes by Sadie."

SADIE?

A/N Did you hate it?

Sadie: I hate you, author
Author: *hurt*
Greyson: ...
Sadie: *doesn't look at Greyson* The author doesn't understand the word 'privacy'
Author: *snaps* Okay that's it I made you have some freaking respect!
Greyson: *opens his mouth, looks at Sadie, stops.*