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18 - quality time

kiara - monday morning
 
  one hundred-eighty days in a school year. we've been in school for four months. that means i have approximately one hundred days left until i marry the boy of my nightmares.

  he's only gotten meaner. and definitely more annoying. he's constantly wanting to "spend quality time" with me but i always decline. at least as much as i can. my mom's still gone and i haven't seen my dad for a few days now; big deal.

  i slide the oversized pastel adidas sweatshirt over my head. i pull my ripped jeans up and slip on my checkered vans. my keys sit on my dresser and i grab them along with my phone off the charger.

  i look in the mirror to make sure the slowly fading hickeys are concealed enough. i'm pleased with the sight and i walk out of my room and down the stairs.

  no one is home. not even the maids or cooks. i walk out of the house and towards my car, sliding in the drivers seat.

  my drive to school is filled with billie eilish songs and some awkward stares from people next to me. sorry not sorry, i guess.

  i pull into an open parking space and turn my car off, sitting there for a few minutes until i see tana walking into school.

  she's by herself so nows the perfect time to go walk with her.

  i hop out of my car and walk a little faster to catch up with her. "tana!"

  she swings her head around and it's almost as if she rolls her eyes but i don't pay much attention to it.

  "uh, hey, kiki," she smiles; it's forced, i can tell.

  "how are you?" i ask causing her head to snap back to me.

  we were never he type of friends to ask each other how we were actually doing. i guess i'm just trying to make this less awkward. i feel like i've been blowing her off lately but she doesn't know about everything going on behind the scenes.

  "i'm good. you?" she asks back staring at the ground as we walk in.

  "i guess you could say i'm alright," i smile to myself.

  she looks up and for not even a second and we make eye contact. something about it made me seem like maybe we can be better for each other than we were.

  we turn our separate ways in the hall, without any words being said and i walk to my locker. i scroll the combination and pop the lock open.

  "hey," a deep voice says behind my locker door.

  i gasp and grip my chest where my heart is beating rapidly. "god you scared me."

  grayson chuckles and tucks a strand of loose hair behind my ear. my cheeks heat up and i can tell they are a light shade of pink.

  he leans close to my cheek and pecks it real quick before moving to my ear.

  "you should come over tonight, so we can study," he says lowly as he raises his eyebrows. 

  i giggle a little and shake my head, frowning at what i have to tell him. "i can't, jacob is coming over tonight."

  he glances the other way, suddenly his mood is different. i place my hands on his chest and pull his chin towards me, making eye contact.

  i look around at our surroundings quickly before i press my lips to his. he doesn't respond right away but i tug a little at the hairs on the back of his neck.

  his lips finally respond and i pull away when i feel eyes on me.

  "trust me, gray, nothing is going to happen. i just have to show that i'm putting a little effort into this," i say chuckling a little.

  he rolls his eyes. "i know, i just don't like him."

  "and you think i do?"

  "well i hope not because you're mine," he says pecking my forehead and walking away towards his first period.

  my heart hammers against my rib cage. this boy i swear.

 

a/n: short chapter but i'm like crying bc i already have the sequel to this book planned out and like i'm so excited and quick little rant: i fucking go to the mall and try on two dresses for semi, one medium and the other large. the medium fit better so i took both dresses back to the return rack and instead of putting the large on the rack i proceeded to put the medium on and i bought the large without knowing. and it's too big AHHHH I HATE MY LIFE. ok rant over love you all
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