Church Boy (hayes grier fanfic)

Chapter 1•

Ugh! You throw a pillow at your alarm! You slowly sit up. This is going to be a long morning. You get out of bed and walk into the kitchen. You put a pop tart in the toaster and go and turn on the tv. Nothing good. Your pop tart pops so you get it and take it into your room. What should you wear? You want something comfy but you don't want to look like a slob. You pick out jeans and nice Nike hoodie. Your not a typical white girl. You don't own A crop top or high wasted shorts like every other girl in town. You straighten your hair and slip on vans. done. You sit in bed on your phone until your dad yells at you to get in the car. The church isn't very far away from your house but it feels like forever with your screaming siblings. You don't know anyone that goes to your church because you never go. your sorda nervous because you feel out of place. Your mom walks in first and picks out a seat 3 rows from the back incase she needs to take one of your siblings out. You arrived pretty early and take out your phone. Your dad shoots you a dirty look so you put it away. You sister is coloring and your trying not to fall asleep. The church is slowly filling in with people, mostly older but some around your age. Finally there's music and church is about to start. You have people all around you now so you don't feel as much out of place. Everyone around you starts to stand up so you do the same. They are singing and stuff but you don't really know the words. you hear people whispering behind you and glimpse behind you. Its a boy around your age talking with a boy who seems to be his brother who looks 2-3 years older than him. He also has a younger girl with him who is pointing at you. You turn back around and try not to focus a lot on the people behind you. All of a sudden someone taps you on the shoulder! You turn around to look at them and the little girl is waving at you. The brother around your age tells her to quit touching people. You smile and turn back around because you don't want your parents to yell at you. You feel someone take your phone out of your back pocket you whip around but don't say anything because you would get yelled at. The kid around you age has your phone. You look at him, he's doing something to your phone. he looks up and winks at you. Your dad punches your arm so you turn back around. You feel them slide your phone back in your pocket. What the heck did they do?!