I hop around the room holding my beaten up broken toe. After my interaction with Grayson I ran and hid in the basement. I've told my mom many times to take me to therapy because I despise social interaction. Even better I was put up against the wall in a very sexual position by my cru-, Step brother.
We are now kind of related so it wouldn't be normal. Either way he is as straight as my mom. I continue my walk up to my room as I stubbed my toe in the stairs. My bag resides on my back as I head into my now shared room. I walk in to see Grayson on his desk doing something but he doesn't notice my presence.
I quietly place my bag on my bed and I head over to my dresser. I pick out what I usually wear to bed and that is an oversized t-shirt and a pair of silk undies. I tip-toe to the bathroom to go change as Grayson's head doesn't move. I get out if the bathroom tip toeing to the room and quietly closing the door.
I climb onto my bed slowly and quickly groan because I forgot my computer. I mutter profanities under my breath and get up and heading to my desk. Grabbing my computer, I notice from a peripheral view that Grayson us now watching me. My face turns a light pink as I push up my glasses and blush climbing onto my bed.
Our parents are sound asleep so I can't get up and sing as per usual. Plus, that would be like me giving Grayson free bullying material. I pull out all my books and stack them on my bed. My first period is reading, so I do that first. I groan quietly once I notice it is to write three paragraphs on the different kinds of forces.
I roll my eyes because that's pretty damn ironic. What is the point of doing science in reading class. So freaking aggravating! I sigh a breath of relief as I remember I began writing in class. I smile the rest of the time as I finally finish and my handwriting looks so phenomenal.
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I close my notebook and move it to the corner. I then grab my math book but quickly put it back because I had no homework. Mr. Floresta, my math teacher, rarely gives homework which is why I like that class. My belly begins to grumble so I walk downstairs to find something to eat.
I look through the fridge but no success and my mom still won't buy groceries. I then begin to look in the upper cabinets finding nothing but spices. I stomp my feet awhile before I smack my own forehead. I feel so dumb, I hid a stash of food in the lower cabinets.
I rush over to the cabinet and smirk at my hidden supplies. At first glance you just see a bunch of cleaning supplies but you have to dig deeper. I push aside the bleach and reach back until I find a box. I smirk and begin to back up but I'm stopped.
My ass comes in contact with another object. I grab the box and quickly stand straight not dating to turn. I gulp and hold onto the box for dear life. I slowly turn around with my eyes closed. Opening my eyes I shutter as my eyes meet Grayson.
I notice he has a very intimidating smirk on his face which makes my knees buckle. I gulp once again because suddenly my throat is really dry. I open my mouth to apologize but no words flow out. We just stand there for a few minutes in silence.
I'm looking into his eyes and he is glaring deep into my own. He places both of his hands on the counter behind me. I am now pushed back on the counter unable to move. The silence is cut off by the sound of squeaking in the background. I move my head to get a better sound and I hear the thumping of a wall.
I look back up at Grayson meeting his eyesight again. We look at each other for awhile in silence still hearing the noises. A smile grows on my face as I try to suppress my laughter. My mom begins to moan as it is now a muffled sound. I burst into laughter as I still hold the box, Grayson looking down at me.
I hear his dad start to groan as I start snorting. I hear a light chuckle from Grayson as I look up at his face still laughing. He bursts out in laughter as well as our parents continue their intercourse. I'm now snorting and he is wheezing as he continues to stare at me.
Although, when I laugh my head mostly goes up, so it gives him a full view of my face. We hear one last thud before the only thing heard is our snickering. We stop laughing as I place a hand over my mouth and Grayson follows my actions. We hear their door start to squeak so we sprint up the stairs.
Once we reach the bedroom I throw the box of food on the bed along with my body. Grayson stays behind and carefully closes the door before carefully going on his bed. I sit up placing my books in the corner and I begin to look through the box. The box carries a variety of junk foods my mother wouldn't want me eating.
Grayson goes on his phone as I pull out a bag of sour gummy worms. I begin to eat it savoring every single worm like it's my last. I notice Grayson glance over at me which causes me to grin. I sit up and begin rummaging through the box as I ask him a question.
"Pick a number 1-68", "Why?", he says in a voice that I hope he didn't use intentionally, "J-just pick please", "Ok...56", he remarks looking right at me which he has been doing a lot.
I rummage through the box finding the food that has a number 56 on it. Yes I am that organized I labeled my food by number. I finally find lucky number 56 which happens to be a bag of Oreos. I shake it around and he nods and catches it as I throw it at him.
He thanks me as I begin to eat and grab my books once again. I literally scream hooray as I notice that I finished it all in school. My eyes begin to feel droopy as I lay my head back on my pillow eating gummy worms. I check my phone seeing that the time is around 9.
I eat one more worm before my eyes can't take it anymore and I fall asleep.
