Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Forty Eight. Save That Kiss.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: Troye Sivan-The Good Side.

You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you can't really decide if it's the end of the fucking world for you or just the start of a new chapter waiting to be written?

Yeah, that was me x10 today. No amount of extra sleep or reassurance could have made me feel any better. Not even Gray's impression of me right now as he drove us to school. It was funny, I'll admit but not amusing enough to cause a crease on the corner of my lips. 

I'm sure any day but today I would have been laughing until I could no longer breath and felt as though I were drowning, but I was long dead by now. The cold sea water pulsating through my lungs like venom, I needed to breath. But I was so deep down that no one could see me, or hear my cries for help deep down inside.

God, Libby. Talk about being melodramatic.

I had biology first, so I felt an ounce of luck that I did have Gray to sit next to me. Not too close, but not too far. I could still feel his magnetic force pulling us towards each other, but it was too far away for an arms reach.

''Just breath, Lib'' He guided, a soft expression on his face, ''Remember, DNA has a total of forty- six chromosomes, meaning....''.

He waited my answer, hoping I would know how many pairs there were. DNA was the only topic in Biology that I deeply struggled with, so of course I had spent countless amount of hours just going through it and testing myself.

''twenty-one?'' I asked hesitantly, scrunching my face up knowing there was a big chance I was 99% wrong.

He shook his head, ''So close, twenty-three''.

I huffed in annoyance, ''I'm gonna fail, and I'm going to end up having to dumpster dive for food for the rest of my life''.

He chuckled lightly, in return he faced the wrath of my narrowed eyes which always had no effect on him. ''Lib, just think of that song twenty-two, by the chick who sings about her countless amount of boyfriends''.

''Taylor Swift?'' I questioned, a slight smile creasing on my lips at the mention of her.

Team #Kimye all the way.

I just love the tea.

He clicked his fingers, ''Yeah that one, there are twenty two pairs of chromosomes that look the same in both male and female but remember about the twenty third pair, that is the only one different from male and female''.

He noticed my un-easiness at what he was saying but now with the song stuck in my head, hopefully I would remember that there was an extra one.

''Shake it off, shake it off'' He sang in a girly toned voice, moving his hands crazily as though he actually was 'shaking it off'.

I laughed at him, knowing full well just how idiotic he looked and if our professor who would be assessing us today seen him right now, I'm sure he would get sent out of class ending in a fail.It would be pretty darn funny, but since I love him,  all I wanted was for him to succeed and conquer.

Just like Beyonce.

''Aye, there it is'' He pointed out to me, a boyish smile playing his lips, his eyes twinkling.

''What?'' I asked confusedly, looking around and behind me only to see people writing down notes and trying to get an extra few seconds of study in.

''Your laugh''.

''Oh''.

I leaned my head down, my hair falling over my forehead as a blush rose to my cheeks. I don't even think being together ten years could stop me from blushing from his boyish charm and unexpected but appreciated comments.