Chasing Grant

Chapter 2 ~The Wrathful Grape Project

A/N For some of this chapter I referred to my own essays and projects from Junior year and the nostalgia made me cry. Don't be a silent reader comment your thoughts.

Seth Dusky as Grant Moore (up top or on side)

Chapter 2 ~The Wrathful Grape Project

You are the poem I never knew how to write and this life is the story I have always wanted to tell. ~Tyler Knott Gregson

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Grant's POV

"So in conclusion John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath should still be considered a great form of American Literature and taught in schools-" I shook my head "No, that's not it. It doesn't flow or sound right" I groaned as I continued my walk to school. "That sounded senseless and was purely idiotic" I muttered to myself as I quickened my pace. 

I had a presentation in my American Lit class and as always it had to be memorized. My steps faltered a bit when I reminded myself I had to speak in front of the class. I shook my head again "Let's start from the beginning" I said as I adjusted my glasses "The Grapes of Wrath by author John Steinbeck is a popular novel taught throughout-" 

"HEY GRANT" a voice called causing my voice to falter. 

I turned my head and saw a bronze soccer mom van stop on the street beside me "Hey buddy, what's shaking" the boy I recognised as Harley called from the passenger seat of the van. 

"Oh, nothing much" I answered when I realized he was speaking to me. 

"So watcha doing" he asked. 

"Walking to school" I answered him curtly. 

"Cool, get in" he ordered. 

"U-Uh, what" I gasped nervously. 

"C'mon we don't bite" he smirked as the back door slid open revealing two guys in the back. "We have room, get in" he gestured for me to enter the vehicle. 

Hesitantly I got in 'It's not like he'll kidnap me' I thought before tensing up 'Right' I think to myself in a whimper. When I got in and situated Harley turned around to introduce me to everyone. 

"Okay so you already know me and Brendan right there" he pointed to the brunette sitting on my left. "This guy right here is my best friend Jett" he signalled to the driver "And that hunk of a man is Tyrell, but hands off cuz he's taken" he smirked at me. 

"Ignore Harley's antics he had sugar this morning" Brendan sighed. 

"So before we picked you up you seemed deep in thought, why" Harley asked while Jett said "Harley, your seatbelt" 

"Oh I have a presentation" I bit my lip as I fiddled with my thumbs. I felt out of place and my palms were sweating "On The Grapes of Wrath" I mumbled afterward. 

Tyrell gasped "Do you have Mrs. Bortab" he asked me to which I only nodded. "Damn, she's a bitch" he cursed causing me to wince. "She always forced us to memorize shit and she never gave me more than a C- the whole year. I actually tried in her stupid ass class too but that bitch always gave me the same shit line 'Maybe if you applied yourself instead of talking with your little friends you'll have a better grade in my class' I hated her ass" he grumbled as he mocked her voice.

My eyes widened and I cringed at the amount of bad words that left his mouth 'I guess I'll just have to get used to it' I told myself.

"That's because you only did C- work all year" Brendan chuckled. 

"You're so mean" Tyrell complained. 

"So do you have everything memorized" Brendan asked me.