snowed in | grayson dolan

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"97, 98, 100!" grayson and i both exclaimed. we turned around, and decided to look on the ground floor first. then, we'll make our way up the building, til we reach the roof.

"so, jordyn, what's your favourite colour?" grayson asked. i was surprised he knew my name, but i was more surprised by the randomness of the question.

"what?" i asked, and he chuckled. "bit random" i add on.

"i'm just trying to get a conversation going" he defended, and i furrowed my eyebrows.

"why? i'm not that interesting?" i say, and grayson rolls his eyes.

"ugh, shut up" he said, giving me a warning look.

"sorry" i say, barely above a whisper. he nods, and carries on.

"don't be, and anyway, from what i've heard about you, you are quite the specimen jordyn" he grins, and i blush at the, weird 'compliment'.

at least, i think it was a compliment?

"shhh!" grayson grabs me, and puts his index finger over my lips.

"i wasn't talki-"

"shhh!" he repeats, and i shut myself up.

i feel a rush of tingling sensations from my lips, to my whole body. he keeps his finger on my mouth, and slowly, we move forward.

the closer we get, the more we can hear these odd thumps from that sounds like the music room.

i reach forward, and place my hand on the door knob. turning it slightly, we hear pants, and moans?

"grayson, i think we're walking in on something" i whisper, and he clamps his hand over my mouth.

the panting and moans stop, and soon, we hear the doorknob turn, and two sets of footsteps echo down the hallway.

"let's scare them" grayson suggests, and i smile at his idea.

"okay" i reply, and he holds his hand out, signalling a one, two, three!

we jumped out from where we were hiding, only to be faced with josh, and peter.