Falling for Gray

Chapter 5: Girls are like Apples

Gym quickly drew to a close and I'd finished the lesson dripping in sweat and most of my body aching. I quickly got changed quickly, wanting to get out of school as fast as I could and so I could be greeted by my comfy as fuck bed sooner. I quickly said bye to Bree and exchanged numbers as well as social media users, I scribbled her account names on the palm of my hand and then rushed out of the changing rooms as I was starting  to hear my bed call my name, like it does every day.

One thing I've learnt with being on the run most of my life is that things like rest, relaxation and sleep don't come very easy as your pretty much on edge twenty four seven. I don't even remember the last time I'd slept through the whole night without waking up to a nightmare or the feeling of someones hands wrapped around my neck like a noose. Therefore whenever I do get the opportunity to rest, I take it in pride knowing I could get at least a second of my day feeling relaxed.

Those thoughts of relaxing made me crave my bed even more and I push through the double doors of the entrance of the school and begin to walk down the steps to the pavement to begin walking back home as of course having gym meant getting changed would make me miss the bus. I tuck my hand in my pocket and pull out my ear phones, untangling them and inserting the silver piece into my phone and the ear buds into my ears I blast "No Lie" by Sean Paul and Dua Lipa. Not gonna lie, I'm not usually into my pop music but this song has a great beat. Bobbing my head to the music, I don't notice a sleek black car pulling up beside me.

"Hey, going somewhere?" I hear in a familiar husky and sexy voice that any normal girl would melt at. Hang on, all typical fan girls aren't normal. Scratch the idea of them being normal then. Anyway, I turn my head and face the one and only (you probably guessed it) Grayson Adams in his sleek black Ford Focus RS500 - show off.

Raising my eyebrow, quizzically "I'm going home, to my bed" I reply with and I continue to walk but his car follows along beside me as I walk and I quickly realise I'm not getting away so easily. "Can I help you, Grayson?" I ask, a slight bit of annoyance can be heard in my voice.

Grayson smirks that undeniable and classic bad boy smirk. "Nah Princess, by the way, I heard from a source that you bumped into my headache"

"Yeah, she's lovely. Can see why you got with her" I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes as I finish speaking. Grayson chuckles and looks back ahead through his windscreen.

"Later Jordyn, you'll be seeing me again, probably" and with that his Ford Focus drives off leaving me in the dust. Well that conversation was a useless as sporks. Shaking my head I continue to walk back to my new home.

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Unlocking the front door, I waltz in dropping my bag on the box which holds all our shoes that we don't always wear. I hook my coat on the coat stand and make my way into the kitchen where Luke is sat on his phone playing some sort of game.
"Hey stink" I say as I walk over to the cupboard and pull out the cookie jar. Luke takes a quick glance at me and smiles.

"Hey Jord, how was your first day?" He asks quickly then returning his attention back to his game and then only really half listening to me.

"Riveting, I think going in with the plan of staying out of sight and out of mind means I'm more likely to be within the spotlight of drama" I say taking a few cookies out the jar and then screwing the lid back on.

"That bad, huh?"

Pushing the cookie jar back into the cupboard and shutting the door, I walk over to the dining table, cookies in hand and plop in the seat next to him. "You have no idea, first day and I've already caught the attention of the bitch and the fuck boy" I say shoving a cookie in my mouth.

"Ah well as long as I'm around they won't get a look in, gotta protect my baby sister" I smile at him, cookie crumbs covering round my mouth messily. It always makes me smile when Luke sees me as his younger sister, even though in reality I'm his cousin. It gives me the feeling that I am in a perfectly normal family with a brother and parents that actually love me and want me around and don't kill people just to torment you into thinking you have to be apart of something awful to live. But of course, my reality was just that. I had a brother who wanted me dead, parents who wanted me dead, the whole fucking Mafia wanted me dead and for what? Because I didn't want to be apart of it. Because I value human lives over money. I have my morals and respect. I'm wanted dead, Luke is wanted dead, Auntie Jude and Uncle Sam are wanted dead. I know everyone dies eventually, but this eventually should be a long time yet. That was the shitty reality of my unforgiving life.