The New Boy ~G.D~

Chapter Four

More classes passed and hours seemed like seconds due to you and Grayson talking. You didn't use your voices though.

Instead you brought out a notebook and write what you wanted to say. It took a while to have an entire conversation, but you weren't willing for him to risk having a strike the first day of school.

"When did you move here?" You wrote.

"Almost a month ago" he writes back.

"Whoa, how come you're coming to school to late then?"

"I don't know. My mom just didn't make us go to school for a while and there was no way me and E weren't going to take advantage of that"

You laugh out loud.

"What's going on back there miss y/l/n?" Your teacher asks you.

"Non of your business" you smile.

"Oh, okay. You already have a tongue this morning missy" she says.

"Nah I've always had a tongue. You're just deaf and can't hear all the insults I yell at you because it'll make you cry and I guess you're the 'bad bitch' of the teachers and you can't ruin that can you? If you would actually pay attention to what I tell you, you would've known that all along but no. You didn't. So that's your fault isn't it?" You smile again.

She opens her mouth but nothing comes out.

"Do you want to go to the principals office?" She threatens.

"Yes! Oh that would be so lovely. I haven't seen Ryan in a while actually. It would be nice to catch up with him"

She narrows her eyes at you and turns back around to the board.

You look over at Grayson, who's eyes were wide at your words.

"What?" You ask.

"Nothing" he answered after a long pause.

"I don't like her" you tell him. He smiles and begins his work.

You drew all over your paper and turned it in that way, happy with your ability to mess up a simple stick figure.

"What's this?" Your teacher asks when she sees your paper, pointing to certain drawing.

"Oh, that? That's a dick with a hat. Obvi" you fake another smile.

"Why, y/n?"

"Don't judge it! It's insecure that's why it's wearing a hat. Damn don't gotta hate" you turn around and walk away.

You walk to lunch with Grayson at your side.

"Awwww cute!" You hear from a group of girls as you walk by, a little to close to each other.

"What the fuck did you just say?" You stop and get closer to the girls.

"N-nothing I just thought that you-" you put your hand up as a signal to stop.

"Well that's non of your business is it?" She shakes her head quickly.

"That's the right answer. And if I did date him, no one would be able to say that about me OR him without getting their ass beat because neither of us are awww" you mimic the way she said 'awww' and walk away. Rolling your eyes, your favorite thing.

"What crawled up your ass?" Grayson says as you return to him.

"Wouldn't you like to know mister smarty pants?" You laugh

"Yeah, that's why I asked"

"Oh my god," you put your hand over your chest and sigh, "I'm rubbing off on you!" You smile.

"Shut up" he laughs.

You walk into the cafeteria and walk to Alyssa and Ethan, who were already sitting down at a table with untouched food in front of them.

You sat down, already feeling uncomfortable as you had to see their intense make out session.

"Oh no! I hope my friends and the whole school don't seem my face getting eaten!" You shout.

Alyssa pulls away, breathless and smiles at you.

"Sorry" she says.

"To little to late. Me and gray already saw enough" you say, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders.

Your arm barely reached his other shoulder and almost ended at the crease down his spine.

You shiver and he notices.

"You cold?" He asks.

"No I'm fine" you say, trying not to rub your arms due to the draft you felt.

He takes off his hoodie and pulls it over your head. You put the rest properly on and thank him with a warm smile.

He scoots closer to you and crosses his arms, making his biceps bulge and your eyes to widen as you stare.

Ethan and Alyssa stare at the newly made friendship and smile to themselves.

"What?" Grayson asks them.

"You would make a cute couple!" Alyssa exclaims.

Your cheeks turn a bright shade of red and so does Grayson's.

"How about we get out of here, yeah?" He whispers in your ear.