Coach Krzyzewski's Granddaughter

12| Grandpa The Savage

Grayson and I walk around the campus, hand in hand. It's a beautiful Saturday. We've both no classes and I have to introduce him to my family again today. Might as well enjoy the last few moments I have with Gray before my mother claws me away from him.

His family already loves me, so I'm very lucky. Grayson, not so much. The boys think he's cool, my dad just hates me having a boyfriend, and my mother detests Grayson. Detests as in she wants him dead. Him tripping two people seriously didn't help his case, so I decided to hold off the meeting until April, right after the Madness.

I check my watch. We're meeting there at 8:00 for dinner. "It's 7:00. Let's go get you dressed."

"Let's?"

"I know what my mom approves of and doesn't."

He nods. "True." And we head on over to his apartment.

"Alright basketball boy." I search through his closet. "Basketball shirt, another one, another one, about 20 more, basketball shorts, 5 more pairs, Ooh! Something decent."

I pull out a red and black flannel. I hold it between my legs as I continue to look until I find jeans and his only decent pair of shoes.

"I'm too tired to get dressed myself. Do it for me." Grayson whines as he collapses onto a chair.

"Dork." I have done this plenty of times before, especially after basketball games. I slide his shirt over his head then slip his arms through the sleeves of the flannel. I kiss his chest then button up the flannel as he laughs.

I slip down his basketball shorts and quickly pull up his jeans, not wanting his little friend to spring up. It's happened before, and that's the story of how I lost my virginity, kids.

He sings Lose Yourself as I tie the laces of his shoes. I laugh at him, he's not very good by the way, as I stand behind him.

I comb his hair and spray hairspray in it. He coughs and complains the whole time. I give him a slight trim with my scissors, since Hanna was a hair stylist for a part time job over the summer, I learned a lot.

I stand in front of him and smile. "You look so handsome."

"Yeah, yeah. You going in that?" Grayson points to me. I look down at my Gilmore Girls hoodie, jeans, and black converse.

I slip my hair into a high ponytail. "Yep. My parents don't care what I wear. Sometimes."

He laughs and places his arm around my waist as we walk out to my car. We sing along to Don't Dream It's Over and Jealous as we drive over.

"You're too fucking beautiful, everyone wants your sex!" Gray yells.

"That's whyyy," I yell as I park.

"I still get jealous!"

We walk up to the front door of my house. It's been nice not having to visit here since Christmas. Yep, my family didn't even remember my birthday. Well, Caden sent me a text, but that's it. The text was asking for a dollar.

I walk in and yell, "Whats up, bitches?!"

Grayson gives a nervous laugh as he walks in behind me and closes the door.

I hear my mother's disapproving scoff from the living room. I lead Grayson into the room and see grandpa sitting there as well.

"Oops... sorry grandpa."

"Oh, I say worse on the court." He says with a smile.

"That's true." Grayson agrees.

"You're not to talk unless given permission!" My mother snaps, causing Grayson's eyes to go wide.