meant to be // grayson dolan

twenty-four

Last night was fun. We went to the cinema to see a movie, then we just walked around New Jersey.

As I was on my way to my Biology class, Andrew and Michelle stopped me. They weren't with their friends.

“Today the house is ours.” my annoying step-sister says and I roll my eyes.

“Oh, really?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Yeah. We're having a few friends sleeping over, so don't come home tonight.” Andrew explains.

“Alright. Then, the house is mine tomorrow. At twelve, I want you out of there. Until the next day.” I said.

“Fine. You can go pick up your stuff after school.”

They turn around and finally leave me alone. I sigh in relief.

I take out my phone and call Vicky.

“Guess what, bitch.” I said as soon as she answered.

“What?”

“Andrew and Michelle are kicking me out until tomorrow. Can I sleep over at your house?”

I walk in the classroom and sit in my usual spot, in the third row, next to the window. I take out my books, then rest my head on my hand.

“Of course. Mi casa es su casa.”

“Thanks, gurl!” Mrs. Burke walks in the room. “I gotta go. The teacher's here.” I whispered, then hung up.

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I walk in the Gym with Vicky, my hand wrapped around her elbow. I am not in the mood for P.E., so I'll have to tell Mr. Wide that I feel sick.

And, he believes me and I don't have to bring any excuse from the doctor. Perfect. I walk to the bleachers and sit down in the first row, pretending to be sick. Vicky shoots me an angry look for leaving her alone. She should've said she was sick too, but she can't lie.

I watch everyone warming up. My eyes fall on Grayson and I gulp. Just now I realized that he is wearing a pair of black Adidas shorts and a dark blue tank top. So simple, yet so hot! I admire him as he warms up for the class. When he bends down, his ass faces me. And, damn, he's got the best ass I've ever seen. It's bigger than mine, literally.

I am brought back to Earth when he turns to me, catching me staring at him. He winks at me smirking, and my cheeks start burning. I turn my eyes to a random corner of the room, and I don't dare to look back at him.

Forty minutes later, when the class is finally over, I stand up and act sick until I walk out of the Gym. Vicky is barely breathing, and she is covered in sweat. I laugh at her, as she curses me. They had to play either basketball, or volleyball. So, she chose the first option, not knowing that they're actually playing it. She's so stupid sometimes!

“It's not fair! You're not even sick!” she said as she sat down on the bench in the locker room.

“Yes, I am.” I fake coughed. “See?”

“I hate you.” she chuckled, then took off her shirt.

“I'll wait for you outside, since I don't have to change my clothes.” I said, then grabbed my bag from my locker and headed to the door.

I lay on the wall and take out my phone. I scroll through Snapchat, watching a few stories.

“I guess you're not actually sick.” I look up from my phone and see Grayson. He is wearing his practice clothes.