more for us | grayson dolan (book two)

twelve

My tired eyes look up at Grayson, who has his arm tightly wrapped around me. The uber is taking awhile to get to the club and I'm already antsy.

I listened to Lanie's words and put on high waisted ripped denim jeans with a strapless black top. My hair stayed the same, down and straight. I did minimal makeup because who seriously has the time to go all out?

My question is answered when I look next to me, closely eyeing my best friend. Her hair is perfectly curled and she's wearing a blue lace jumpsuit. Her heels are at least three inches and her makeup is full glam. It's her night, so I'm not complaining. I'm excited for her.

Grayson looks extremely sexy and all he's wearing is a black t-shirt with jeans. His snapback completes the outfit, which is his signature piece.

"I can't wait to dance all night." Lanie says with excitement.

"You deserve to have fun, babe." Ethan leans down and kisses her cheek.

A yawn slips past my lips and I try to cover my mouth with my hand. Grayson immediately notices and nudges me with a small smirk appearing on his lips.

"Aw, is it past somebody's bedtime?" He keeps his eyes on me.

"Dolan, if you keep making comments about it, I'll slap you right across that perfect jawline." I sigh and place my hand on his cheek.

"You need to wake up." Ethan comments with a laugh.

"I am awake." I sit up straight and look around the uber, not realizing that it's pulling up to the curb.

"Good, cause we're here." Lanie smirks before opening the door. Ethan holds onto her hand as they pile out of the car.

"Time to get the night started, Monroe." Grayson shakes his head while stepping into the crowd of people.

I hold onto his hand as I finally get out of the stuffy car. My eyes glance up to the bright neon red sign that says DRAMA.

"The club's name is drama?" I look back at Grayson.

"Yeah, so stay out of it tonight." He smirks while I hit on his chest.

Ethan whispers a few things to the bouncer, and he lets us skip the long line of people dying to get alcohol in their system. None of us are twenty one, but they never ID you in the city. Basically, if you have money and show it off, you're good to go.

We step through the smoky atmosphere, bumping into every person that passes by us. The strobe lights are going absolutely crazy, and the loud music blasting from the DJ is making my head spin.

"I want a drink!" Lanie yells to Ethan.

"So do I, let's go to the bar." He turns back to look at us. "Do you want anything, Gray?"

"No, I'm good." He shrugs his twin off.

I haven't had a sip of alcohol since I went on my little downward spiral two years ago. That was probably the lowest point in my life. I promised myself I would never hit rock bottom like that again, and I've been faithful to my promise ever since.

The thought of filling my body with that toxic substance sends unwanted chills down my spine. Grayson also stopped drinking, even though he didn't need to. He doesn't live in a family where alcohol addiction is an everyday battle.

"Are you okay?" He practically yells into my ear.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I look up at him.

"I would rather be at home, too." He whispers while kissing the top of my head.