I Chose You (A Greyson Chance Fan Fiction) [EDITING]

Chapter 3~ Meet My Fist!

~*~Your POV~*~

The next morning, Phoebe and Alliah came over to my house. They noticed that I’m blushing, thinking about what happened yesterday. The incident was still clear to me. Bumping on him, running with him, and getting kissed on the cheek by him.

"Ok, you've been weird!" Alliah started "What happened yesterday?"

Those word snapped me back to reality, it sent shivers up my spine. I was really shocked, I mean... how did she knew it happened yesterday or... you know what I mean.

"W-what?" I stuttered

"You heard me!"

"N-nothing! As usual, giving Cheyenne a walk."

"I saw you with a guy in a hoodie!" Phoebe joined our conversation.

"W-what are you talking about?" 

Ok, I’m so freaking nervous. First of all, I don't like Greyson Chance and Second, I dislike him and Third, he kissed me on the cheek and I don't want my friends to know that I’m blushing because of that lame dude!

"Don't lie to us" Phoebe walked closer.

"Yeah." Alliah agreed.

"Okay! Okay! Just don't freak out, ok?" I said. Then they nodded. I let out a big sigh "I met Greyson Yesterday."

They didn't freak out or anything a fan girl should do when they hear that word. They were just looking at me with blank expressions.

"What? Aren't you going to freak out?" I shrugged.

"You told us not to." Phoebe reminded me.

"Fine! Freak out." I said.

"OH MY GOSH! You’re so lucky!" They screamed.

"What's lucky with that?"

"You kidding me?" Alliah said, with disbelief "That's like the most awesome thing that you've ever done besides being a valedictorian!"

"Yeah! I know meeting him is lucky but I don't deserve to meet him!"

"Everybody deserves a 'chance' to meet him." Phoebe said putting emphasis on the word 'chance'.

After all that preach they gave me, the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs to open the door and was surprised to see who that “MUG” is and of course it's Greyson Chance.

"Hello--" Before he can even finish, I punched him on the face, being violent and all.

"What are you doing here?" I shouted at him.

"Ouch!" He touched the side of his lip "Oh my.... BLOOD"

"I said why are you here?"

"I'm here to ask your name, weirdo!"

"Wha--? I don’t just give my name to a stranger, you pea brain!" I shut the door right in front of him. I don't care if he thinks I’m rude!

"Nice talking to you!" he said sarcastically. "At least I know how your mother loves you enough to teach you to be that rude."

"Leave my mother out of this!" I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, I’m bleeding, aren't you going to say sorry? "

"What, is it my fault that you get menstruation?" I leaned on the door, ok that is way too much to be mean.

After that being-rude-to-Greyson-Thing, he opened the door. The next thing I knew, I'm on top of him. Wait, I think I just said something awkward. On... Top... Of... Okay that is just... Don't mind me please.