Have Faith In Us ✅

20

As Grayson and I walk to class, Owen walks up to me.

"Hey Faith!" He says, and I see Grayson stiffen.

"Hey Owen. What's up?"

"Not much."

"Hey, you're in my math, right?"

"Yep." Owen says.

"Could we meet up after classes? The homework confused me."

"Of course. Meet at the bench we met at last week."

I smile. "Alright. Bye dude."

Owen nods then heads off as Grayson and I continue walking.

"Who was that?" Gray asks.

"The guy who found my ring."

"Oh." Grayson tightly wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

«🦋»

Even though he's in a lower class, Grayson decides to join me and Owen while we go over the homework.

We meet at the bench, like planned, then head to the apartment. Owen and I sit on the couch as Grayson sits by the television, watching us.

"No, do that, not that." Owen points his pencil tip at the problem.

"Ohhh." I laugh a bit at my stupidity.

"Wait, how'd you get that?" I put my finger on his answer.

"I did that then- ohhh!" Owen chuckles. "Yeah, your answer was correct. Not mine."

"That's what I thought." I glance up and stick my tongue out at him.

"Yeah, yeah." Owen laughs and shakes his head at me.

He scoots a bit closer to me to show a question, and Grayson clears his throat.

I smirk at Grayson, giving him the 'seriously?' look.

"Hey, Faith, could you get me a donut?" He asks.

"Of course." I put my stuff aside, kiss Grayson's forehead, and head into the kitchen.

When I walk back in, Grayson is staring at Owen, who's looking frightened.

I roll my eyes and give Grayson the donut.

"Thank you baby." He says, then takes a bite of his donut.

"Mhm." I smile then sit back next to Owen. To tease Grayson, I sit very close to Owen as we continue our homework.

"Faith, it's time for practice." Gray says, irritation in his voice.

"Actually, we still have an hour, Grayson."

"But it's nice to go early sometimes, isn't it?" He asks.

"Not really. Plus, Owen and I still have some work to do."

"Faith. I said, we should go. Now."

"And I said no. I'll see you in a hour, okay?"

Grayson rolls his eyes and stands up. He grabs my hand and pulls me out the door.

"Hey!" I yell.

"Shut your mouth."

"What's gotten you all worked up?" I ask.

"You know what." His grip tightens on my wrist.

"Dick." I mutter.

Grayson stops walking and turns around. "Says the one who's obviously cheating on me."

"I'm not." I smile.

"You are."

"I'm just trying to make you stiff, okay? It's a joke."

"Well, cut it out. I'm not laughing."

I sigh. "Okay, okay." I kiss his cheek.

"Wanna come to the bar after practice with me and the guys?"

"Again?"

"Yes. We go every Friday. And I won't make you drink."

"Hmm... alright." I take my wrist out of his hand then intertwine our fingers.

«🦋»

Grayson comes into my office, actually hurt this time.

Instead of jus putting ice on his wrist, he decides to strip of his clothes so he's just in his boxers and he slips into the ice tub.

I sit next to the tub and kiss his cheek.

He smiles at me. "You're so beautiful."

I laugh and look down at his hand. "No, I'm not."

He lifts my chin with his finger. "You are. And if anyone fails to see that, then... they're just plain crazy."

I lean in and softly place a kiss on his lips. He smiles brightly.

"I love you, Faith." Grayson whispers.

"I love you, too." We kiss again, and he slowly runs his fingers through my hair and down my arm.

Grayson leans back and steps out of the tub. He locks the door then grabs me by my hands, making me stand up, then starts kissing me again.

"What if we get caught?" I whisper between kisses.

"We won't." Grayson slowly starts leaving kisses up and down my neck, then back on my lips.

I place my hands on his bare shoulders as he carefully backs me up against the wall.

Grayson slides one hand up my shirt and to one of my bra straps, but I smack his hand off.

"Not happening." I whisper, making him chuckle then continue.

After a few more minutes, I make Grayson put back on his practice clothes and go.

«🦋»

I hate bars.

There's just yelling all around, and grown disgusting men touching you at every minute. Thankfully, Grayson tells them off.

"I don't want any." I tell the barista.

"Aw, babe, come on." Gray looks at the barista. "Her and I will each have my usual."

"Grayson, I'm not gonna get drunk."

"Just a few sips."

"No!"

And before I know it, Grayson and I have drunken five glasses each.

I hate his persuasive ways.

Grayson and I laugh like hysterical people when Amile says he needs to drive us home because we're drunk.

"We are not!" I yell, still laughing.

"You are." Millie says.

"Bro, just take a drink and calm down." Grayson hands his empty glass to Millie, sees its empty, and laughs.

"I'll give you alone time."

Grayson and I hop off our seats and head to Amile's car. We make out in the back seat the whole twenty minutes home.

Amile tells Grayson to carry me into the apartment so he doesn't have to guide two drunkies. I rest my head on Grayson's chest and kiss his neck as we approach the apartment.

And that's all I remember before puking in the morning.

«🦋»

The stress of Christmas has finally gone. I lie down with Grayson in bed, but still can't shake the stomach ache I've been having today.

I dig what I never thought I would have to from under the bathroom sink.

Minutes later, I tap Grayson's shoulder, who turns around.

"Yeah babe?" He asks.

"I'm pregnant."

End of Book One