Hey there, here is chapter two! I know its all serious and crap but the fun stuff comes soon! I would really love to hear some of what you guys think! Thanks:) comment, and fan!
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Sighing in contentment, I unlocked the door to my apartment and went inside. Plopping down on the used love seat couch- the only furniture in the room- I looked at the time. Four thirty a.m. Damnit, I was going to be so tired tomorrow. I went into my room and stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed, setting my alarm. I snuggled into my soft blankets and soon drifted off into a deep slumber.
Beep! Beep! Beep! I opened my eyes, aching from lack of sleep. I slapped my hand over my alarm clock trying to turn it off like the girls in the movies do, but failed and hit my hand on the dresser extremely hard. “Shit shit shit!” I cursed loudly, cradling my hand to my chest. Already irritated about the day, I got up and did my daily routine, and blow dried my hair and straightened it to perfection. I pulled on some black skinny jeans, and a long sleeve gray sweater. Yes, it is in the high nineties outside, but I just couldn’t risk having to explain the scars all over my arms, and thighs.
Grabbing my book bag I headed outside to start walking to school. I reached the bottom of the steps and looked up to see a familiar black Volvo parked in front of me, with a disheveled looking Greyson inside. Seeing me, he perked up and leaned over to open the passenger door from the inside. I climbed in and laughed, “When you said that you’d see me tomorrow, I thought you meant at school, not giving me a ride again.” He smiled and said nothing, just started driving.
I frowned down at my lap, something about him just made me talk too much. It was weird, and I didn’t like it. Talking led to feelings, and feelings led to friendship, which could lead to more one day. And I was not okay with that. “Stop the car,” I said quietly. He looked at me, startled, “What?” “Stop the car,” I repeated. He pulled over to the side of the road and looked at me, probably expecting an explanation, but I didn’t give it to him. I just opened the door and got out, to start walking to school. The air around me felt colder, even though I was no longer in his air conditioned car, and was in the heat pouring down from the sun. He drove next to me slowly, and after a while, realizing that I wasn’t going to say anything or even look at him, he drove away.
I felt a tug at my stomach, and quickly wished away, not wanting to feel bad. I came here to get away, and start over, not to start liking some bad boy who was probably abusive or something. I felt my eyes sting and I just let the tears spill over as I remembered Brandon… “I’m sorry Brandon! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean it that way! Please listen to-“ smack! I was on the floor. “Please don’t do this… please…” I snapped back into reality and cursed as I noticed class was already in session. I wiped my eyes and made my way to my first period, which was English.
As I entered the room, fifteen minutes late, all eyes turned to me. I felt a red blush spread over my cheeks and I put my head down, making my way to the teacher. She smiled at me and told me to sit at a desk in the back, right next to… Oh crap. Greyson. Great, just great. I sat down and he didn’t look at me, and I was glad. Relaxing in my seat as the class went on, I drifted off to day dream. I was so lost in my thoughts I almost didn’t notice the note that landed on my desk. I unfolded it and it read;
Why did you just leave like that? It’s not like I’ve ever done anything to you. Did you hear the rumors, is that it? –Greyson
I wrote my reply and passed it back to him.
No, I haven’t heard any rumors LOL. Calm down, pretty boy. Maybe I just don’t like you. You’re too… Emo. LOL.
I grimaced at my reply, and shook my head. Ditzy obviously wasn’t his type, so hopefully he’ll just lose interest and leave me alone now. I smiled as he crumpled up the note and shoved it into my backpack, but on the inside felt a pang of sadness. Calm down, Allison, you’ve known him for, what? A day. He’s just a guy. Ignore him. Thankfully, Greyson wasn’t in the rest of my morning classes and soon enough lunch was upon us and I sat down with Blake and his friends from yesterday. I nodded my head and smiled at the right moments in the conversations, but couldn’t help but feel like I didn’t belong here. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and got up saying that I had to get to class early for something and left the cafeteria.
Sliding into my seat in art class, I started sketching on my paper. I was completely mesmerized in my drawing when I felt a brush on my shoulder and someone else sitting next to me. Greyson smirked at me, and said quietly, “I know you aren’t a bimbo, so just stop pretending, alright? We are friends and you don’t really have a choice in that matter, okay?” I sighed and ignored him. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone? At the end of class, he leaned over and whispered, “I’ll pick you up after you’re last class.” I flicked him off and kept walking. Gosh, when did I become such a jerk? I sighed and made my way to science and sat down next to Jo.
She eyed me curiously and asked, “Everything okay?” I nodded my head, but then sighed. I could just tell her about this right? It’s a minor thing. “This guy named Greyson wants to be my friend and just won’t leave me alone and its irritating.” While I was talking, her eyes widened. I pursed my lips, “Yeeees…?” she shook her head and snapped out of it. She leaned over to me, “Greyson doesn’t talk to anyone, unless he’s fighting with them. He’s kind of the delinquent of the school. Ever since his family died somehow a few years back, he hates everyone. I can’t believe he’s talking to you!” I felt bad for Greyson suddenly. I was the first person he’s reached out to it seems, and I’m treating him like scum on the bottom of my shoe.
I shrugged. “Maybe he’s just trying to change his rep,” I said, nonchalantly. She scoffed and turned back to her work. I spent the rest of class deliberating whether or not I should be his friend. Maybe I could be his friend, without letting him know anything about me. He could confide in me, but not vice versa. Yeah, maybe I could do that. When the bell rang signaling the end of the day, I started walking across the parking lot to go home, when Greyson’s car cut me off. Sighing, I got in. I guess my decision was just made for me.
The car ride to my apartment was silent and when we pulled into the parking lot, I started to get out but Greyson held me there. “Listen… I know you obviously don’t like me that much but I really want us to be friends. I don’t normally befriend people, or share my emotions for that matter, but I really need a friend. I just want that friend to be you, and I don’t know why. But please, if you could give me a chance?” my mouth was just hanging open in shock. Who would have thought that this badass, leather jacket wearing bad boy would have told me, that he needs a friend.
His eyes looked at me, worry swimming in their blue depths. I don’t know what took over me, but I leaned over, and wrapped my arms around him in a soft embrace. At first, he didn’t hug me back but slowly, his arms wrapped themselves around my waist awkwardly. I inhaled deeply, noticing that he smelled like a candle. You know, those really good smelling scented candles? Yeah, those. I nodded my head, and murmured, “Yeah, I’ll be your friend, but you have to be mine too, okay?” he nodded and buried his head in my hair. Slowly, as not to hit something, I pulled away and got out of the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I said, waving. He nodded and drove away, his face looking relaxed, but not sad. Sighing, I laid down in my bed and started to cry. I felt this overwhelming need for him to be my friend too, but could I take the risk? I was still unsure as I drifted off to sleep.
