A/N: There are flashbacks in this chapter. To not make you confused, they are italicized.
On Sunday, an hour before dinner, I was bored.
I tried to read a book, but I couldn't focus, so I put it away and grabbed my phone, scrolling absentmindedly through Twitter.
Absentmindedly, because my mind had been preoccupied with Friday's revelation.
It felt huge, and slightly confusing. Mostly because it didn't quite feel like the answer I'd been searching for.
What had Aria said again?
Asexual or demisexual.
Without hesitation, I opened Google.
***
Monday morning, I blow-dried my hair.
It's a thing my mother sometimes did for me, mostly for birthdays or Christmas parties. It made my hair look just a little bit more put together.
My brother barged into my room. "Shit, we don't have a birthday tonight, right? I already made plans."
"On a Monday?" I asked.
"Yeah, what? There's a new Marvel movie in the cinema."
Oh, right. My friends and I made plans to see it on Saturday.
"No spoilers," I said, before continuing the ordeal of making my hair look good for someone I maybe liked.
"Wait!" my brother yelled over the blow dryer. "Do we have a birthday party tonight?"
"No!" I yelled back.
"Then why the fuck are you blow-drying your hair?"
***
Monday morning, a few minutes later, Grayson shifted in the passenger seat.
"Did you do something to your hair?"
For some reason, I felt like I'd been caught.
I didn't know why. I blow-dried my hair so it would look better than it usually did. It made total sense for a perceptive person to notice.
Yet my face felt slightly hot. "Yes, I blow-dried it."
Grayson was quiet. It made the sound of the first raindrops splattering on the wind screen even more pronounced.
I shot him a quick look, and found he was already looking at me. When we locked eyes, he quickly looked away.
"It looks good," he mumbled.
The compliment made my chest feel warm, and I couldn't help but smile as the rain started coming down for real.
***
Monday morning, another few minutes later, I turned off the car engine and watched the heavy rain for a second. Then I opened the door and got out.
Fat, heavy drops fell on my perfectly blow-dried hair, and I mourned my efforts before throwing the door shut and-
The rain stopped. All of a sudden, it stopped.
I looked up in surprise and found myself shielded by none other than Grayson Rogers' jacket.
Meanwhile, Grayson himself was getting completely drenched, hunched over as I was, trying to keep me dry.
"What the---" I started, still in shock.
"You blow-dried your hair!" he shouted, because the rain was nearly deafening as it fell.
"But you're getting soaked!"
"I don't mind!" Grayson shouted back, but water was dripping down his face and his hoodie was getting darker with the second.
Just like three years ago.
I shook my head. "Let's run inside!"
"What are you doing? Let's get inside!" I yelled.
It's the most awkward run I had ever done, and that's saying something, considering I once broke my glasses during gym.
While running, Grayson still tried to cover me with his jacket. He's only half successful. His elbow bumped against my head a few times in the process.
After a moment's hesitation, Grayson ran towards me.
When we reached the school's front door and its shelter, I was just a little rained on. Grayson, on the other hand, was drenched.
"Oh my god," I said.
But Grayson didn't seem to share my shock. He's laughing, that quietly warmed laugh that made me want to smile as well.
A few students ran past us, also trying to escape the rain. They gave us weird looks before quickly disappearing inside the building, not wanting to risk getting soaked.
"Stop laughing," I said. "You're dripping wet."
"Did I save your hair?"
"I don't even care," I said, but I brushed a hand through my hair and found that it's mostly dry. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you did."
"Awesome." Grayson gave me a lopsided smile. "I always wanted to be a hero."
It was too cute.
I huffed out an exasperated laugh. "Let's get you inside, hero. You need dry clothes."
"I think I have a sweater that fits you," I said.
"Yeah, okay," Grayson said, but he didn't seem too concerned about clothes. He just kept smiling as we walked through the hallway. It looked a little like he should be floating.
Adorable.
A/N:
I was listening to Enrique Iglesia's Hero while writing this chapter. One of my favorite songs tbh :)
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