broken rules | g. dolan

chapter five

"your carter, right?" i reassured the pretty lady who was refilling her thermos of black coffee.

her head turned towards me, immediately smiling once her eyes met mine. "yeah, you're brooke. nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you to." i shook her hand, then she ignored my hand and just hugged me. i was surprised at first, but then i hugged her back.

"i feel like i've known you for years." she chuckled into my ear. making me smile.

"don't worry, i did too." we both let go of the hug and laughed.

"wow, i love your earrings. they're gorgeous!" she smiled.

"thank you, carter. i change my earrings every day, every week." i admit, and she smiles.

"that's such a good idea. i should try that." carters eyes seemed to twinkle when the light of the ceiling was shining down on her face.

"you really should. it helps keeping myself organized."

"that's really coo-"

"brooke adkins, please report to mr. dolan's office immediately." a speaker in the room somehow was speaking over carter, making my eyebrows narrow.

"i'm sorry, i have to go. mr. dolan will be upset with me if i wait any longer to go to his office." i tell her, picking up my lunch bag.

"no worries." carter smiles as i flash her one more smile and hurry off to grayson's office.
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"brooke, do you know what the fuck you just did?" mr. dolan asked sternly, making direct eye contact and rubbing his palm against his chin.

"yes, i do mr. dolan." i looked down as i but my lip, afraid of his next actions.

grayson chuckled, deeply as he walked towards and towered over my small body, "i didn't even say anything about the subject yet you know what it is."

"huh?" i say as i look up to him as he had a little grin plastered on his face.

"tell me what mistake you made that i was just talking about."

i looked down, my nerves picking up as i bit my lip. "i-i..." i trailed off, knowing he was getting the best of me.

"see, miss adkins, you think you the shit. you don't." he hooked his index finger under my chin, making me look at him. my lip was still in between my teeth as i looked at him with sincere eyes. surprised he hasn't noticed.

"i'm sorry, grayson." i said,.

"don't think you won't get away with this. first, you do the exact opposite of what i told you to," he starts, looking at me with anger. shit.

"you started something with mariah. are you serious?" grayson licked his lips as his eyes seemed to fulfilled with something. hunger.

i looked at him with my eyes, trying to look for something else in his eyes.

i shook my head as he didn't move his eyes from my lips. "i told you not to fucking bite your lip. don't you think you should be punished?"

i shook my head again and before i knew it he pinned me against the wall, our faces dangerously close. one hand of his on my waist and the other cupped in my cheek.

"your opinion doesn't matter, remember that." grayson's thumb traced over my bottom lip. his jaw clenched as he licked his lips and looked at mine.

my breath hitched as his grip got even tighter against my waist. and before i knew it, he broke the distance of our lips and kissed me deeply, slowly.