The New Boy ~G.D~

chapter thirty three

Your fingers twitch and your body jerks to the side as drugs flow through you.

Your vision wasn't normal and things seemed to move even when they weren't. A small grin that you couldn't help was plastered on your face.

You giggled until Grayson looked over, then your face went blank.

"Is that a hickey" you look at his face, his eyes were on the road. A small tear formed at the bottom of his eye.

It falls. Rolling over his soft cheek and down onto his shirt. Your eyes trace the trail it left.

I love you. And everything about you. Please, don't ever leave my side. Stay here, with me.

"Yup," you laughed instead, "Nate tried to fuck me." You say, emphasis on the 'fuck.'

His hands tighten around the wheel. Like he did when you turned him on while in the car. You loved it.

You bit your lip at the veins that popped out of his arms and hands.

"Did you let him" he says it more like a statement than a question.

Your lip turns upside down, into an artificial frown. "Nope" you smile proudly to yourself.

"As long as your in my life I don't need anyone else" you mumble more to yourself than to Gray.

"What?" He asks, glancing over at you ever so slightly.

"Nothinggggg" you laugh and rub his arm with your hand. "Damn" you grumble. He smirks.

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He pulls into your driveway.

"So," he trials off, "I guess this is goodbye for now." His lip curves up into a small smile. "It was good seeing you."

No, this can't be it.

You lean over the console and grab him by the back of his neck slightly. Your lips were inches away from his.

"I can't lose you again" you whisper, the smell of weed filling his nose.

He pushes himself forward, making his lips press against yours.

He licks your bottom lip, his tongue then slipping into your mouth and explores it like it has thousands of times before.

Your hand travels up and into his hair, your fingers dance around his luscious dark brown locks.

"Wait," he pauses, "I don't want to do anything. You're not yourself and you're not thinking straight. I'd be taking advantage of you" his eyes melt slightly.

They seemed like they were melting into yours. The hazel shining more than ever, even in the dark lighting. His voice was soft, like honey and his skin was resembled perfection.

"Oh come on Gray," his face falls at his nickname coming out of your mouth, "I know what I'm doing. Just because I may not be 'myself' I still want you more than ever" your hand finds itself on his cheek.

Your thumb caressed his soft skin.

"No. You don't. You hate me." His honesty made you want him even more.

"Yes I do, Grayson. Everything I say and do I am 100 percent sure of when I'm sober and when I'm not, why would I stop now?"

The second you say those words his lips were back on yours in an instant.

You smile through the kiss. Feeling sober for a split second, then snapping back into the highness your body felt.

Your shaky fingers run up and down his chest, making him growl.