Unlikely // Grayson Dolan

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Kaitlyn's POV:

I came home from school and quickly munched on an apple. Then I took a shower and changed my clothes.

I was blow drying my chesnut brown hair, about to put into a messy bun, when I got a phone call.

"Hello?"
"Hi, Kaitlyn?"
"Yeah? Who is this?"
"Oh, it's Mrs. Rice."
"Oh, ok, what do you need?"
"Well I know you volunteer at that homeless shelter and I was wondering if you could show around someone from school who'll be volunteering there this week."
"Um, okay, who?"
"Grayson Dolan I think."

Oh crap I forgot.

I sighed. "Yeah, I can do that."
" Great! I'm sorry Kaitlyn, but thanks for doing it. Except don't tell Grayson you were told to help him out or else he'll get mad. Just act as if it happened by chance. I just want you to keep an eye on him at least, you don't even need to show him around if you don't want to."

Ok, then I won't.

"Okay, yeah."
"Great! Thanks Kaitlyn!"
"You're welcome, bye,"
"Bye bye!" Mrs. Rice said.

I hung up and finished my hair. I wore black leggings, a white flowy tank top, then a red flannel around my waist and some white and black Adidas sneakers I got at Goodwill. I don't have a lot of money for clothes, so I make do with what I can. This is actually my favorite outfit.

I grabbed my water bottle and hopped on my bike. I don't have a car, but I prefer riding my bike or walking over driving anyways. It takes about 20 minutes for me to bike to the shelter.

I get there and said hi to everyone. Today I was helping with preparing dinner, so I was in the kitchen in the back.

10 minutes later, and I hear Cassie, the "manager" volunteer, say from the front, "Grayson! So glad you're here!"

I didn't hear Grayson say anything back, but it's probably cus I was too far away to hear it. I decided that I'm going to act like I'm surprised or forgot he was going to be here.

Suddenly Grayson was shoved in the kitchen by Cassie with a "go on, you'll have fun here!"

Loads of fun.

He took a few seconds to look around before he saw me behind the counter, the hanging pans were blocking me from his view at first. He walked to the other side of the counter.

"Hey, weren't you in detention today?" He asked.

"Well, yeah, but I just go to his class before school everyday."

 He rested his hands on the metal counter, "Why?"

"I don't know, just to see if I can be of any help to him I guess." I shrugged and continued cutting up carrots for soup.  

"So why're you here if you didn't get in trouble? This place is a hell hole." 

"It is not! I volunteer here almost every night. The people here are really nice." 

"You'd rather do this than go to a football game or hang out with friends?" 

"I mean half of these guys are my friends." I put the carrots in the soup and started cutting celery. 

"Wait what's your name?" 

"I'm Kaitlyn." 

"Oh, I'm Grayson, but you probably knew that already." 

"Haha, yeah." I said looking at him. 

He looked at his phone. "Well, only 4 hours and 58 minutes left. What do you want me to do."