buddy; grayson d.

thirteen

{song for chapter - stuck with me by the neighbourhood}

kennedy

"is that everything?" i ask, closing the trunk of my car and looking to zach, waiting for a response.

"i've got the rest." he replies, pointing toward the stack of camping gear on the porch of the cabin, "you got grayson?" he asks, referring to the fact that i'd only be driving grayson this time since jade left and there was room for ethan in zach's truck.

"guess so." i shrug, opening my door, "stay safe." i nod, giving him two thumbs up.

zach chuckles and takes his hands out of his pockets, giving me two thumbs up back as i climb into my seat.

i sit myself down, looking over to grayson who already had his eyes on me.

"you ready?" i ask, pulling my seatbelt over my lap.

grayson raised his eyebrows, "i'm always ready babe."

i blush lightly and start my car, carefully driving off, making sure i don't hit anything on the way out.

as i pull onto the main highway, i feel grayson place his hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

"grayson." i gasped, but enjoyed the feeling. i looked down at his hand quickly, taking in his veins that made me weak.

"what's wrong?" he asks smugly, squeezing my thigh once again, causing a fit of butterflies to flow through my stomach.

"fucking stop." i groan, trying my hardest to keep my eyes on the road. i squirm under his grip but his hand stays put on my thigh, and out of the corner of my eye i can see the slightest smirk taking over his face.

"kennedy." he says huskily, "you like it." i look over to him quickly. his dark eyes are watching his hand as he grips my thigh once again. i take one hand off of the steering wheel and reach down as i look back up to the road. i take my hand and place is over graysons, brushing it off.

"i say stop." i huff as grayson glares at me playfully, "you fucking stop."

my car came to a slow as we neared the edge of a small town. i looked down to the dash, noticing my tank was on E.

"fuck" i mutter, pulling off into the nearest space i could find.

"what's wrong?" grayson furrows his brows, looking over to me.

"i'm out of gas." i groan, throwing my head back against the seat, "but there's a gas station about a half mile up the road." i turn to look at him, "so i'll be right back." i pull my seatbelt off and grab my wallet and keys, stepping out of my car, grayson following suit.

"what are you doing?" i look at him quizzically, "someone needs to watch my car."

grayson laughs as he approaches me, "we're in the middle of nowhere ken." he looks around, holding his hands out as a gesture, "lock it and you'll be fine."

i glare at him, knowing full well he's not gonna stay back, "fine." i turn on my heel and start on the gravel path towards the small town, the rocks crunching beneath my feet as i leave grayson behind me.

"what's your deal?" grayson sighs, making an extra effort to catch up to me. he shows up beside me, running a hand through his soft golden brown hair. he wore a loose black tank top which showcased his muscles and tanned skin.

"nothing." i shrug, trudging along the road.

"kennedy." grayson stops, grabbing onto my elbow, making me look at him, "what's wrong?" he asks. he seemed genuine, like he actually cared.

"i'm just mad." i say, "nothing can go fucking right and your teasing ways don't make it any better."

"so i have an effect on you?" he smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"can you stop." i giggle, pushing his chest playfully as i try to hide the crimson blush taking over my face.

"no." he replies, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him, no space left between our two bodies, "fucks sake kennedy." he growls, his eyes never leaving mine as one of his hands travels down to my ass. he gives it a light squeeze, causing a moan to escape my lips, as much as i didn't want to.

"oh my god." he groans, his grip on my ass becomes tighter, pulling me closer to him, which i didn't think was possible. we stood by an old building, the concrete foundation covered in graffiti.

he places his hands on my ass, lifting me up. i wrap my legs around his torso as he backs up, pressing me against the cool concrete wall. his eyes wonder to my lips as he leans in, practically attacking them. i thread my hands through his hair as his kiss becomes deeper.

"fuck." he mutters after he pulls away, looking down at me. he places his lips on my cheek as my hands wrap around his neck, wanting eagerly to feel his lips on my body. almost like he read my mind his lips trail from my cheek to my jawline, tracing slowly.

"grayson." i say shakily, weak from the feeling of his lips, "we have to go get gas." i mutter after trying my hardest to not get distracted.

he groans but sets me down, reaching for my hand instead. i blush at the gesture as we walk the ten minutes to the gas station.

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