Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter XVII - No... Definitely Not

Chapter 17

Jamie's P.O.V

"Hellooo? Earth to Jamie?" Megan kept swishing her hand on my face the entire lunch hour. I didn't even bother to care about what she did to my face. She can draw a mustache for all I care. Right now, my mind was difting on the event last night.... -___-

She pinched my right cheek. No response.

Then she pinched my left cheek. No response.

She pinched both my cheeks. Still none. 

She sighed. "Okay... I give up. What the hell happened to my best friend?" She leaned her head on her right hand then waited for my answer. "Jamie, would you snap out of that daze of yours? It's creeping me out. "

"I really don't know." I muttered, still staring endlessly at nowhere. 

Honestly, I was lost. I didn't know what to think anymore. That night....that freaking night made me crazy. The moment it happened, It was like.... someone was taking control of me. It wouldn't stop. No matter how hard I tried. My stomach was flipping over and over and over and over and---

"Is she all right?" 

God.. that voice. 

"Unfornately, No." Megan sighed then blew a hair covering her eyes. "What happened to her that made her like......that?" 

I froze. 

Greyson looked at me in the eye then sat down beside me. He waved his hand over my face. Then pinched my cheeks. He slapped it gently then made a 'tsk' sound. Then slowly, he leaned forward, grabbing me by the shoulder. 

"Woah there!" I exclaimed, putting a hand over his mouth. "That is not cool, dude." 

"Problem solved. " He smirked over at Megan then stood up. "If you need me, I'll be over there." He pointed over a group of popular kids. "Kevin just asked me to sit over them soo... see you later at home, wifey." He winked then walked away. 

The moment he was out of earshot, Megan quickly sat beside me then shook me with incredible amount of force.It nearly made me fall on the seat. Good thing my hands were tightly gripped on the table. 

"What the hell was that?" She ushered. "Something tells me that you're not telling me that you're suppose to tell me... so tell me!" She whispered, yell at me. 

"Uh---what again?" 

"Just freaking tell me Jamiellyn Miller." 

"Okay fine." I hold my breath for a minute then sighed, defeated. "I may or may not just made out with my husband last night because of a stupid frog." 

"Ohmygod!" She exclaimed then covered her mouth. "Does it involved tongues?"