Inside Grayson Foster's bedroom

06: A Stolen Madison

[Madison Fren POV]

I leaned my forehead on the cold metal of my locker. It was finally the end of the day. Shutting my eyes, I tried to clear my mind. But no matter how many times I tried, I couldn't think straight. Every hallway I walked down, I feared that my next turn would run me right into Quintin. Nearly a week had passed, and I still couldn't get over it.

Ever since the party, Quintin's actions have been engraved in my head. An anxious feeling ate away at my confidence. Everywhere I went, my eyes were constantly searching for him. And if my eyes were to find him, which I prayed they never did, I would instantly run in the direction he wasn't.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted my head from the locker. Spinning in my combination, I subconsciously listened to the people who passed by. 

"I heard someones going to get kicked off the football team." A guy said, informing his friend on the new gossip. "Apparently, they need room for a better player who recently tried out."

"Seriously man? Who's this new guy?"

"He's not even new. He's just been hiding his talent. It's that Quintin dude from our math class." 

My heart nearly dropped at the sound of Quintin's name.

"Who's getting kicked off the team?" The boy asked his friend.

"Rumor has it, Grayson Foster."

This time my heart dropped through my stomach and may of possibly stopped beating.

Almost immediately, I whipped my head around, my eyes landing on the guys talking. Once they realized I was listening in on their conversation they gave me a weird look. Embarrassed, I muttered a sorry and lowered my head. Retrying my combination for the fourth time, I yanked open my locker.

Was Quintin seriously going to replace Grayson's spot on the football team? I thought Grayson was one of the best players on the team. I found myself unable to remember which books I needed to take home. Tired and frustrated with my thoughts, I slammed my locker shut without grabbing any books.

I started down the hallway, my eyes alert. I was unaware that my grip on my bookbag strap grew tighter with every step I took. Reaching the entrance to the school, I shoved open the doors and stepped out. I was hit with a blast of cool air.

I was about to text Violet and ask where she was, but then I remembered that she was grounded. The story behind that, is that she got caught sneaking in from the party. She arrived home ridiculously late and her parents heard her as she fell through her window. So, sadly, she had to stay after school and get her grades caught up.

Standing on the cemented school steps, I began wondering what I would do. Walking was always an option, but as I felt a light raindrop on my hand, I decided I would find Grayson and ask him for a ride.

School had ended about an hour ago. As boring as it sounds, I was stuck in History class, making up a test I missed. So, trotting down the steps, I started towards the football field. As I passed the parking lot, I seen Grayson's car. Positive that he was practicing, I stepped onto the field.

My eyes were focused on my feet as I dragged them across the grass. When I rose my head, I nearly choked on the air I sucked in. My eyes refused to rip away from the blonde boy who tossed a football by himself. Afraid. I grew really afraid. What if he seen me? He was surely come talk to me.

My eyes darted around the field. Where the hell was Grayson!?

Staring at Quintin's back, I found myself almost sprinting towards the locker rooms. If Grayson wasn't out here, he must of been in there. Shoving open the door, I closed it as quick as I pushed it open. Letting out the breath I was holding in, I walked further in.