Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

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Chapter Eighteen: "Turner Coaste"

Friday continued

HE EYED ME THE whole time in chemistry. It was bothering me to the point where I almost lashed out at him. I didn't want to be rude, but to be fair, no one wants to be stared at for an hour straight. I could barely even move without feeling like I was about to have an anxiety attack. My hands were shaking, and I could hardly hold the pencil. This couldn't be good for the baby.

"May I be excused to the restroom?" I ask, raising my hand.

Mr. Pepper, the teacher gives me a nod of approval, and I silently get up to leave. I didn't really have to go, but roaming the hallways was better than tolerating Ethan's stares.

It was quiet in the hallway. Everyone was in class, but I passed a student or two. I knew them, but we didn't associate.

It was up until now that I hadn't recognized our School's potential.
We had very good students and you could just see that by the work in the halls. Especially art club.

"You shouldn't be out here wondering, you know," says a voice.

I jump and turn to look around, but no one was there.

"Up here," the voice says again.
I look up and place my eyes on a dark figure. It was Turner Coaste. He was friends with Max, and we Ocassionly bumped into each other. He's a complete weed head that always has to mention that he's biracial every five minutes, and he absolutely hates when people get his race mixed up. His hair was dark and curly, his eyes cold brown, and his eyebrow had a cut in it. It kind of reminded me of Charlie Puth. (Turner is Ezra Miller btw)

"You skipping class...again?" I ask.

He hops down from the lockers and gives me one those crooked smiles.

"Yup. You?"

"No. I'm not a bad student, or a felon. I'm just using the restroom," I laugh. He does too. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but I was already caught up in two guys, so he was definitely off limits.

"Well,  I'm not really a felon,  so I'll over look that moment. Besides, I want to know what's with you and Grayson Dolan ?" he asks, twisting a pencil that he had pulled from behind his ear.

"Nothing. We're just...-"

"Complicated?" He fills in.

"Friends," I answer.

I didn't need the whole school knowing my business. Turner wasn't one to keep his mouth shut, so if I ever told him anything, it wouldn't be too detailed.

"That video of you two at the party says otherwise. You're a really good twerker by the way," he smiles.

I roll my eyes. I had forgotten all about the party. I'd had a good time, but I could barely remember anything under the circumstances that I was drunk. Flashbacks of Grayson and I came and went. I was in such disbelief as I woke up beside him that following morning. He was was on top of me completely shirtless, and I could feel his chest pressing up against my body. This made me miss him even more.

"You okay?" Turner asks.

I groan. "I'd be okay if people would stop asking me that!"

He throws his hands in the air and backs away. "My bad."

I didn't mean to be rude, but I hated when people asked me if I was okay every five seconds as if I were some mental patient.

"I'm sorry," I manage to apologize.