The New Boy ~G.D~

chapter twenty eight

2 months later

You and Grayson were celebrating your one year anniversary.

                                 Messages:
Baby 😍: I heard there's a party going on later. Wanna go?
You: yeah sure
Baby 😍: are you okay?
You: yeah. Why wouldn't I be?
Baby 😍: your tone. It's not the same
You: how could you tell from my tone? It's over text 😂
Baby 😍: idk i can just tell when you're not ok
You: awwww ❤️😁 but yeah let's go to the party
You: even tho I thought we would be alone haha
Baby 😍: see, you are hurt. We don't have to go
You: no! I want to go. As long as Alyssa and Ethan are going :)
Baby 😍: duh 😂 get ready babe, I'll pick you up at 7

You don't even bother to open the message and call him instead, arranging plans.

You smile through the entire phone call. When you finally hang up, you look at the time and realize that you have been talking to him for two hours.

After you end your call with Grayson, you call Alyssa to come over and choose your outfit.

You always seemed to use her for party essentials when the time came; but it was rare, since you didn't really talk to a lot of people or socialize before you met Grayson.

———

"Took you long enough!" You yell with a smile on your face as you throw your arms up and around Alyssa.

She lets out a small laugh and hugs you back.

"Let's go shopping" she says with a devilish grin.

———

Alyssa takes you to a different mall that you've never been to before.

You wonder around for a while, looking for things to wear to the party.

You pull out a pear of black ripped jeans and a white bralette and match them with a see through long sleeve.

You go into the fitting rooms and walk out to show Alyssa your outfit.

"Oh no, no honey. Get back in there and put this on. You're not wearing that horrid thing" she says, trying to sound professional. 

"This isn't a fashion show, you fucker. I wear what I want" you snap back playfully.

"Your escort gave me strict orders. No shenanigans" she grins wickedly.

Escort?

She shoves a black piece of clothing into your hand. It felt thin, but very soft. Your fingers fiddled with the dress as you waited for an empty room.

Your fingers getting tangled around the strings, connecting to different areas of the back side of the dress.

You became eager to try it on.

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You slide the dress on over your head and down your body.

The form fitting body con slipping down your smooth sides.

You push down the rest of the dress down your thighs, having it stop at your mid-thigh.

You let out a small gasp at the sight in the mirror in front of you. You examine every angle.

You turn around and move your hair to see the back of the dress, admiring the lacing.

You walk out to show Alyssa how you look, and she lets out a gasp also.

"I knew it" she whispers faintly. "Grayson will love this" she smiles widely.

Ethan and Alyssa's one year anniversary was a couple days ago, but they decided to celebrate it with you and Grayson as a double-couple celebration.

——— 

Alyssa drops you off at home after five hours of finding her dress and accessories. You finally check the time. It reads 4:30 pm.

You rush upstairs and head for the shower, not even greeting your mom in the living room.

You turn on the water and step in, letting the cold water run along your back. Mild goosebumps rise against your skin.

You wash yourself and have your hair dryer ready when you get out. You wrap a towel around your body and rub your hair with an extra towel.

You him your favorite song and blast your music through your room. This time, you put an alarm around 7:00 so you wouldn't be late.

You curl your hair and brush through it when your done, creating beach waves.

You never put on a full face of make up, so you just went simple. Foundation, mascara, and lip gloss.

When you finish, you call Grayson to tell him you're ready. You never called anyone, but when you did it was usually Grayson.

"Okay, I'll come pick you up and we can chill at my house. Sound good?" He asks through the other line.

"Yeah, but just don't look at me to much" you say, smirking to yourself.

You can hear him let out a chuckle and finally say, "fine. I won't."