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Chapter Eighteen - Lets go bowling

Rays POV
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I raise my hand to knock on Dray's door. Before my knuckles hit the wood, Dray whips open the door and pulls me inside. "Woah, uh, you must be happy to see me." Dray doesnt respond until we're upstairs in his room.

"My parents were fighting, I didn't want you to hear it." He sits on the edge of his bed and I sit at his desk.

"Oh, I shouldn't of come then. You could of come over to my house."

Dray waves his hand, "no, it's fine. They've stopped anyways."

"Oh, okay." I reach down to grab my laptop from my bag I brought along, and Dray grabs my arm. I flinch and my arm starts to sting.

Dray instantly lets go "I'm sorry Ray, I didn't mean to." He rolls up my sleeve to reveal the gauze and brings it to his lips. He kisses my arm and kneels down next to me, holding both of my hands with his. Dray looks into my eyes, "Ray, don't let Sierra get into your head. You're beautiful. You're smart. You're not fat. I love you. More than you know. I want you to know I'm here for you, every second of the day. Ray, look at me."

During his little speech I had looked away, teary eyed.

God, I thought, I hate emotions sometimes.

I turn back to Dray and he lets go of my hands, then wipes hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. "Let's get out and do something, yeah?" I nod and he stands up, "c'mon"

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"Turn left," I tap the dashboard with my fingers, a bit nervous. Dray had volunteered to drive us to the bowling alley.

He still had his learners permit after the accident, since it wasn't his fault it happened. But he was extremely cautioned by the police to go slow, look both ways for oncoming cars, etc.

"I can't believe I've lived here for like, what, four months? And I still don't know where everything is." Dray shakes his head and smirks.

"You'll find your way around. Plus, you got me to taxi you everywhere," I brush his shoulder. "Oh, turn right."

He turns, "see? What would I do without you?"

I grin, seeing my chance to quote Supernatural, "crash and burn."

Dray laughs, "you sneaky girl." He picks up my hand and kisses it. I blush and set it back down in my lap.

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"There's the bowling alley," I point to a tan and red building that read 'Sport Bowl' on the side. Dray pulls in and parks.

"Not many people here for a Monday," Dray unbuckles his seatbelt and jumps out of the drivers seat.

"That's because it's Monday, Dray, people work on Monday's," I roll my eyes and get out of the car.

"But, you're not at work. Neither am I. Now why's that?"

"That's because we dont have jobs."

"Oh, makes sense." Dray walks over and slings an arm around my shoulders, "I should get a job, start saving up."

"Saving up for what? Collage?" We start walking to the doors.

"Maybe, but not exactly what I had in mind," He opens the door with his free hand and lets me walk in first. "But that won't be for a long time yet."

"What are gonna save up for?" I look up at him curiously.

"Let's just say, it has to do with our future."