Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love a King and... What?

Skylar's P.O.V.

I walk back to the gym hand-in-hand with Grayson, a smile on my face and on Axel's as well as he follows behind us.

Every head in the room turns to us as we strut to the middle of the room, Grayson being the only one paying the slightest bit of attention to the crowd of curious eyes.

I nudge his shoulder softly with my own, mumbling quiet words of reassurance to him. Soon enough, he's looking just about as care free as his brother and me.

Spencer, Carter, Isaac and Elliot are quick to join us, as finding us couldn't have been all that difficult, considering that the mob of students was without hesitation as they parted to let the three of us through.

Soon, the seven of us are dancing together and having fun, laughing and screaming obnoxiously along to the music blasting through the speakers, even though no one else is moving.

Spencer is the first to break off from our own little group, gyrating her way over to a pretty, brunette bystander. She takes a hold of the girl's hand and begins moving along to the music, urging the girl to dance with her.

When Spence's efforts earn little reward - some uncomfortable shifting, at most - she instead decides to change up her strategy. The brunette lets out a soft squeal as she is yanked onto the dance floor by the arm, but has just enough time to grab her date by the hand and jerk him along with her.

The two stumble into our small mob of people, shuffling their feet slightly with facial their expressions revealing their obvious - and very much justified - discomfort.

Although, when Elliot and Isaac drag a few more onlookers into the center of the room to be near us, everyone seems to be getting a bit more comfortable.

After what couldn't have possibly been any more than ten seconds, every person in the building is dancing around with excited smiles and carelessly sloppy dance moves.

Grayson grabs me by the hips as I get pushed slightly and stumble into him, my head smacking hard against his strong, broad shoulders.

My hand moves up to caress my forehead and temple, my face scrunched up in distaste for the slight stinging pain.

Gray notices this, his face making my heart drop, it hurts me physically to see him look so unhappy. He cups both sides of my face and stops bouncing in place to the music.

His soft, warm lips press against my forehead first, just below the hairline, before planting two more just below there and above my eyebrow.

He then trails his hot mouth teasingly to watch side of my head - even though his actions are purely for easing my headache, and not at all meant to help him in his act of seducing me - and kisses both of my temples with feather-soft touches.

His head then tucks itself into the crook of my neck as his hands squeeze my hips before moving around to hug my waist against his solid chest.

"Are you okay?" He mumbles against my flesh.

My breath hitches ever-so-slightly as his tongue whips out and quickly swipes the smooth skin of my neck, making contact for no more than a split-second.

"Yes." I force out, my cheeks welcoming a rosy pink color without bothering to ask for my permission.

He pulls his head away from my hot skin, just far enough to look over my face. My very red face. His lips quirk upward slightly at the corner of his mouth, his expression teasing me wordlessly.

I slap his chest, even though there's no way that my hit could possibly hurt him. He most likely didn't even feel it. I hate muscly guys.

Well... maybe not... 'hate'.