Accidentally Saved

Chapter Twenty Four

Ian’s POV

 

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Ever since that awful night that I had hoped would be the beginning of my and Grace’s relationship, things between her and I had been pretty cold. I’d been too shocked at that jackass football player, Shane asking her to homecoming on what I classified as our first date that I couldn’t muster up many words to say. And she just kept waiting for me to grow a pair and create a conversation that wasn’t just small talk. Why couldn’t I do it? Maybe it was because I had finally realized I wouldn’t have all the time in the world to make my move on Grace, and that was scarier than anything I had ever faced in my entire life.

Homecoming was in a week and I knew Grace hadn’t accepted Shane’s proposal yet, but she was getting anxious. I needed to muster up some courage fast, but it was like someone had severed the cord that connected my thoughts to my brain. I was useless at this relationship shit.

I had been over at her house for about a half hour now, working on the project because her parents weren’t home, and the tension was strangling me to death.   

“So….” Grace said, dragging out our conversation about our favorite music for about the fifth time. “Fall Out Boy’s okay I guess, but I think Green Day is much better.”

“You’re insane, Fall Out Boy is kickass,” I countered.

“Or so you think,” Grace said wiggling her eyebrows at me and giggling hysterically.

“You’re so cute,” I blurted and turned bright red as soon as the three words came out of my mouth. Grace’s skin color turning the same as my own.

“If you think so then why haven’t you asked me to homecoming…” Grace mumbled quietly, allowing me to barely make out the words as she stared at the ground.

“What?” I asked, pretending I hadn’t heard her as I turned her chin towards me and locked her eyes with mine. I wanted to hear her say that sincerely so I could stop telling myself I hadn’t really heard those words come out of her mouth.

“N-nothing,” she stuttered and I frowned.

“Nah babe, I think I heard you say something,” I urged her, playing the bad boy persona up a little more hoping that would push her over the edge. No such luck.

“I didn’t say anything Ian,” Grace said firmly, looking away from me and walking over to her phone that was plugged into the opposite wall.

“Grace please tell me what you said, I really want to kn--”

“I SAID WHY HAVEN’T YOU ASKED ME TO HOMECOMING YET!” Grace yelled at me, her eyes tearing up as she looked back up at me.

“Oh Grace, baby,” I said, slowly walking over to her and pulling her into a hug, hoping she would drop the subject because I had no good answer to what she had just asked.

“I’m sorry for shouting, I just am so confused with what we are,” Grace sniffled.

“Me too,” I said releasing her and looking into her watery gray-blue eyes. “I mean I thought we were just friends.”

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. WHAT HAD I JUST SAID.  DAMMIT IAN

“Oh…” Grace said, turning bright red. “I thought that, I don’t know I guess I was wrong,” her voice shook, and I could tell she was fighting the tears that wanted nothing more to fall from her large eyes.