Accidentally Saved

Chapter Nine

Ian's POV

"So what is the lesson you are learning today Mr. McCarthy?" Mrs. White, my bio teacher, asked me.

"To not throw spitballs across the room because it's unsanitary and rude..." I mumbled.

Grace had told me to meet her and Kate after school to drive to her house for the project at lunch today. (Where I had once again let the cocky badass that lived in my brain take over, ruining yet another conversation with Grace.) And I was already really late, Grace was going to kill me!

"Very good," said Mrs. White, pulling me from my thoughts. "And for the spitball shooting you have earned yourself a week of before school detention."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, already halfway out of the classroom.

"Mr. McCarthy, we aren't finished!" She yelled but I just kept on walking, breaking out into a run after I got into the hallway when I heard Mrs. White threatening me with more detentions.

I sprinted out of the main building, and almost ran into Kate, Grace's best friend, who was obviously pissed.

She was red faced and screaming at me but I wasn't paying attention. I felt my mouth move to answer her yelling but all I could concentrate on was Grace standing next to the passenger seat door, fiddling with her phone. Damn she's stunning...

Kate pushed me towards the car and hopped into the driver's seat next to Grace, snapping me from my thoughts. And I climbed awkwardly into the back and we pulled out of the Lakeside parking lot.

The vehicle was filled with awkward silence as I tried desperately to morph words together to break it.

"How far is your house from here?" I questioned nervously.

"Oh, so now you're being civil?" Kate spit out tersely, eyeing me from the rear view mirror.

"Kate, calm down," Grace blurted, surprising everyone by defending me and earning a look from Kate. Ignoring it, she turned to me with a small smile.

"About five, ten minutes," she said. I just nodded and returned her smile, unable to form words but not wanting my alter ego to take over.

We rode in silence the rest of the way to Grace's. When we pulled up and got out, I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. Her house was giant, like something you would see on a TV show. Compared to my shack of a house, her two story was a mansion.

"It's a little much, I know," Grace said coming up behind me, turning her key into the lock and laughing.

I chuckled with her and complimented the house. Earning a reply from Grace's mom, who walked out of the house just as Grace opened the door.

"Why thank you. I'm guessing you're Ian?" she asked me.

How did she know my name? Had Grace been talking about me? Don't be stupid Ian, I thought. Stop getting your hopes up, she doesn't even like you...

Grace introduced me to her mom and explained we were working on a project for English.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Thompson," I said, nodding my head towards her and watching her expression totally change. I was usually looked at as a lesser human being by rich adults like Grace's mom. They expected me to be a street rat with no respect for authority (and I mean, what real teenager has that?) but when I showed them even a little bit of poise and manners, they instantly took another look at who I was, which was exactly what was happening now.

She smiled and told Grace she was going out, so we would have the house to ourselves.

"Don't do anything stupid," she said raising her eyebrow at me.