It was Tuesday, Grayson didn't come to school yesterday so still no one knows that were "dating".
Football try outs were today. Fun.
I never liked this day because I always have to sit there and watch the try outs the whole time since Wyatt tries out for the team every year, he usually makes it. I just find it boring, but I'm a supportive friend.
I walked into the school with Rosie and Wyatt, we walked over and sat down in the main entrance.
" I'm so ready for today. " Wyatt said.
" We know you wouldn't stop talking about it yesterday. "
" I'm sorry I'm excited. " Wyatt beamed.
" Your aloud to be excited, just sometimes your too excited. " Rosie noted.
" Yes I know. " Wyatt glared.
The warning bell rang.
" I'll see you guys later. " I smiled as I walked to class.
I put in my ear phones as I sat down at the desk. I stated to listen to my Why Don't We playlist.
I pulled out my sketch book and started to work on a new drawing of an eye.
I moved my head up and down subtilty to the beat of the song when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see Grayson.
I pulled out my one of the ear phones to let the chatter of the rest of the class flood my ears.
" Hey. " he smiled as he took his seat.
" Hi. " I said.
" You weren't here yesterday. " I noted.
" No my parents were being annoying so I just stayed home. " Grayson explained.
" That makes no sense. " I looked at him puzzled.
" It was to make them more mad. " he explained.
" Still makes no sense. "
" What are you drawing? " he asked changing the subject.
I think he has been wanting to ask that since school started.
" An eye, of a demon. " I smiled. I liked to draw peaceful things, but sometimes it's fun to draw something demonic.
" Cool. " he said.
I put my ear phone back in and started to work on my art again ignoring everyone around me.
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" I'll meet you at the bleachers in a minuet. " I said.
" Okay. " Rosie smiled before she walked down the hallway.
I opened up my locker so I could grab my history text book since I had some homework.
I closed my locker and jumped when I saw Grayson standing there leaning up against the other locker.
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In Too Deep
Teen Fiction" hey ". I look up to see a tall guy, around my age. Dark brown hair, brown eyes. Wearing a jean jacket, jeans and a gray top with black running shoes. " hey " I say. " you seem lonely can a sit? " he smirks. " sure " I smile. The guy sits down acro...