On Monday, I walk the halls alone and immediately search for Grace. She's always at her locker at precisely 7:20 AM and leaves at 7:25, so I am thrown off when she isn't there at 7:21. She couldn't have been late, she is never late.
I wait by her locker until nearly the last minute, when she arrives at 7:46. Four minutes before the first bell. It takes me a moment to actually realize that the person in front of my is actually Grace and not just an illusion.
Her hair is flat ironed, her askew curls absent and she wears much more makeup than she needs. Tattered black shorts hug her thighs and a white tank top clings to her body. I'll admit, she looks good, but it isn't her.
While walking towards me, she sways her hips and exerts confidence that I have never seen her possess before. Then it strikes me that she is walking in my direction and seems happy about it.
Yes, she is my lady of the night (without the sex, which I guess is good) but she is constantly adverting her eye from me in the halls. Why would she chose now to pay an ounce of attention to me? Especially in the hallways of school, where many people can see and even tease her for falling for me.
Grace seems not to care about the many eyes on her, especially when she coils her arms around my neck and pushes her body against mine. Suddenly we are kissing, but I'm not one to complain about kissing someone like her.
"Morning hottie." she says, playing with my gelled back hair, "Friday night was great."
Who the hell is this Grace? I'm not only confused, but I can't help but like it. She seems much more...carefree. I can't tell what sparked this change but I am interested.
"Good morning." I reply, playing the part that she appears to want me to, "And it really was, I have to admit that you have changed a lot since we first met,"
Grace giggles, her brown eyes gleaming, "And it has all been for the better, because of you."
When the bell rings, we part ways and I roam the halls until finding myself in astronomy. Taking my normal seat, Axel begins to shove my arm with a cocky smirk.
"So now that I've won the bet, are you still gonna try and bang Grace?" he asks while raising a messy eyebrow
"Why wouldn't I? You saw her today." I tease, my arms crossed over my already sore chest. Damn you breasts, why do you have to make my life so difficult?
Axel chuckles,"My dude, you can probably bang her by then."
"Yeah, I probably can." I shrug.
However, do I care to? Frankly, I'm fine without it for one reason. She can't know the truth about me.
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Teen FictionGrace's life is normal. She has lived seventeen years of her life as the type-A girl with perfect grades and adoration from her parents. She has everything in the palm of her hand and doesn't want that to change. Zane has a secret. He is on the run...
