above: griffin
(aka young keanu reeves🥺😍)after school was over, i walked out to the parking lot.
"hey liv" i hear from behind me it's nick
"hey nick! i hug him, how was your day?"
"um good." he looks at me
"is there something you need?"
"yeah, uh can we talk?" he's out of breath from running over to griffin's car
"sure, what's up?"
"hey are you still riding with griffin? i saw you two at dunkin today"
"oh yeah he wanted to get coffee, not my idea"
"oh okay. are you going to the football game?"
"the homecoming game? on friday? of course i am, i'm going to watch you play!" i smile, "is that what you wanted to know?"
"actually, i was wondering if we could go, you know what i'll call you tonight if that's okay"
" liv hurry up" griffin screams from his jeep
"hey i gotta go but once you remember what you were gonna say, call me! i'll see you tomorrow"
"yeah okay. i'll see you tomorrow"
i hop into griffins car and through my bag into the back of the jeep.
"what was that all about." griffin looks at me
"i dunno, he wanted to talk to me about something"
"he was basically drooling over you. i hate him, just because he's the quarter back does not mean he can get every girl he wants."
"ooh jealousy" i giggle
"shut up" he backs out, and sticks his head out the window "hey princess, do you mind taking your little chat somewhere else, some people are trying to leave the shit hole" he screams. the girl quickly moves out of our way
"wow so charming" i look over
"hey sweetheart, she was in the middle of the parking lot okay."
i get home to an empty house. my mom is at work still. she leaves thursday, which is a little sad because she won't be here for my first homecoming dance. at my old school i never went to any dances because i was bullied too much, plus it would be weird if you went alone, right? you can't go to a dance if you don't even have any friends
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