The New Boy ~G.D~

Chapter Eleven

"Are you ready?" Grayson asks you from outside of the bathroom.

"No! I just got out of the shower" you shout back.

Geez man calm your tits

You walk out of your room with just a towel wrapped around your body, completely unaware of Grayson's quiet presence.

Grayson's POV

She comes out of the bathroom with a black towel wrapped loosely around her perfect body.

Little water droplets cling to her skin, some falling and gliding down her body. Her wet hair strides down her back in wavy snakes.

She never turned her head to look at me, almost as if she never acknowledged my presence.

"Oh shit!" She nearly screams once she sees me sitting on the edge of her bed.

"I'm so sorry I didn't know you were in here-" I cut her off before she could say anything else

"It's okay, I was on my phone and I didn't know you came out anyways" I say, trying to soothe her. She seemed nerve wrecked.

"Okay" she says calmly and walks into a  small corner of the room.

"Can you turn around please?" She asks me. I nod and turn my whole body around, respecting her boundaries.

I hear the towel drop to the floor and the middle section of my jeans begins to rise.

I can't believe she's changing right behind me I think.

I think about sneaking a picture when she isn't looking, but then thoroughly think it through and where it could lead me.

"Okay" she clarifies.

I turn around and realize she only put on her underwear and bra, leaving her half naked.

My boner grows bigger at the view.

Your POV

"Grayson, are you okay?" You ask as you see him constantly shifting uncomfortably on the bed. You rest your arms by your side.

"Yeah," he chuckles nervously, "Why do you say that?"

You cock your head to the side a bit and smirk.

"Because I can clearly see your big ass fucking boner" you giggle. His face turns a bright red and he looks at his lap.

His gaze returns to you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Mind helping me with this then?" He asks.

Your eyes slightly widen at his remark.

"Wow, didn't expect you to be the fuckboy type"

"I'm not" he says, facial expression the same.

"Mhmm" you hum and turn around. You wore black jeans with a white tank top and a denim jacket, all white converse to match.

"Do you have a bathing suit?" He asks out of the blue.

"It doesn't fit anymore. I have to buy a new one, why?"

"I'll take care of that. And you'll see" he smiles, heading out of your bedroom.

"Come down when you're ready and we'll go" he says, referring to your date with him.

"Nah I think I'll just stay up here" you say sarcastically with a smile on your face.

He grins at you from the door frame and makes his way out.

You throw your hair up in a messy bun, your favorite hair style, and pin it up. You wrap a hair tie around the base and clip the rest slightly down with bobby pins.

You walk down the stairs and Grayson galks at you like you were his first and last prey.

"Staring is rude, honey" you smirk.