The New Boy ~G.D~

Chapter Twelve

"Where to?" Grayson asks you.

"I have no idea. You're the one that tricked me into going on a date" you giggle.

"Hey, you're the one that said yes to me in the first place" he says, giving you somewhat attitude.

"Mhmm but who TRICKED me into doing in?"

"Fine... I did" a smile creeps up on to his lips. You smile with him.

"I have an idea" he smiles brighter.

———

Grayson pulls into the parking lot of the mall.

"No! I hate shopping!" You complain. He rolls his eyes playfully.

"That makes two of us, but we need to" he says.

"Why?" You groan, dragging the word.

"Because" his tone was mocking.

You laugh and get out of the car, waiting for him outside.

———

You walk through the sliding doors of one of the many entrances, Grayson following.

"Okay, I have to admit something" you say.

"What?"

"I actually like shopping but I'm not to crazy about it. It just has to be a certain store because some stores don't have the shit I like" you giggle.

"Oh, okay" his eyes wander around the different bodies of stores.

Your eyes follow and scan every store in your eye sight. 

There you think.

Your eyes narrow at a certain store. 'Zumies' the sign read. You make your way toward the store and Grayson follows you.

"Dude I love this place!" He exclaims.

You laugh and look back, looking at the big smile on his face.

You enter and your smile fades.

"Veronica" you snarl.

"Who?" Grayson asks.

"Nothing. I'll tell you later, let's just move on" you scoff, moving past the racks and shelves of clothes.

Grayson follows you into the store with a smile on his face, regardless of your emotions. He wanted to have a good time.

"Hey, everything's gonna be okay. Just ignore her" he says. He places a hand on your shoulder gently and stops you from walking forward.

You exhale deeply and close your eyes. "Okay" you simply say.

He smiles at you and pulls you in for a hug. You place your hands on his chest and push lightly, telling him to stop.

He continues to pull himself in and you let him.

"Sorry, I've never really had any friendly contact with anyone but my mother" you sigh.

"It's alright. Just relax" he whispers. You feel yourself melting in his arms, wrapping yours around his torso.

You let go but he holds onto you a little longer before letting you leave his embrace. You smile faintly up at him and continue walking.

———

"What about this?" You ask Grayson, holding up a Thrasher T-shirt that you admired.

"That looks nice" he says.

"Wow, just nice?" Sarcasm ran through your words.

"Well-" he starts before you cut him off. "I was just kidding, relax" you smirk.

"He's lying. With that body of yours, you'd look hideous in that. It's disgusting" you hear from behind you.

You turn around to face a very cocky looking Veronica.

"What the fuck do you want?" You ask.

"Oh, nothing" she crosses her arms around her nonexistent breasts, trying to pop them up to make them look bigger in front of Grayson.

"Obviously you want something, don't you?" You cross your arms this time.

"Maybe"

"Well what do you want?"

"You're little friend over there" her eyes travel from yours to Grayson, eyeing him down.

She puts one foot in front of the other and walks toward him but you put your arm out and stop her.

"Don't touch me" she says, pushing your arm away.

"Don't touch him" you seethe.

She smirks and walks closer to you.

"Or what? You little slut. Is that one of your fuckboys?"

You look back slightly and see Grayson looking up at you, curious.

"Sorry hun, I'm not a mirror. And he's not a fuckboy"

She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth again.

"You sure? Because I'm pretty sure he was the one fucking me from behind last night" she smirks, you only laugh.

"Oh my god! You are so fucking stupid! He was with me the whole night"

"Oh, so you are a slut"

"That, you have wrong again. I'd prefer you leave before security has to drag me away from you from beating your ass. So keep talking about him like that sweetie, and I'm sure you'll be in the hospital today" you grin wickedly as her.

"You wouldn't touch me"

"Wanna see?"

"I dare-"

Before she could finish her sentence, your fist comes up to meet with her jaw. Her head flies back as she cradles her injured bone structure.

"You bitch!" She yells. The clerk at the counter ignores the scene going on at the back of the store.

You reach behind her head and grab a fistful of her hair and pull back, exposing her face completely.

Your closed hand pounds into her skull relentlessly. You don't stop until you see blood dripping down her face.