limits ♥︎ dolan twins

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Lindsey's POV

I hate school so much! Why do we even have to go? The only things I learn are useless in life.

I was sitting on my bed, more like laying, and thinking about how much I hated school. Eventually, my alarm went off and I groaned.

Slapping the off button, I got up and went to my bathroom. Brushing my hair and teeth, I slapped some eyeliner and mascara on with some lipgloss. As much as I hated makeup, I needed to put a little on just to make a good first impression on these people.

I walked out of my bathroom and grabbed a red flannel, Nirvana tshirt, and ripped skinny jeans. Looking at the time, I realized I had 20 minutes so I went to get some breakfast.

I ran down the stairs with my backpack that had all my supplies in it. It was quite the work out, considering I had a thousand pounds on my back.

"Hey dads," I mumbled and pulled the fridge door open. I grabbed a bagel and spread some cream cheese on it.

"Hey Lindsey," my dad said walking into the kitchen.

"Ready for the big day?" my other dada asked.

"Dude, it's not my wedding. But yes I am ready after I eat my bagel," I smiled and they both laughed. We all turned our heads to the door after hearing a knocking sound at the front door. "I'll get it," I got up to answer the door since no one else was going to.

Opening the door I found Grayson standing there with his backpack on his shoulder. He was dressed in a red tshirt and black basketball shorts.

"Hey, ready to go?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah, hang on." I went inside, slipped on my shoes, grabbed my bagel and backpack. I said by to my dads and walked out the door to see Grayson still standing there.

"So are we gonna walk?" I asked the obvious.

"Duh," he laughed.

"Which way?"

He pointed right and we started walking. After about 10 minutes of just talking about food and walking, we were at school.

"Um, Gray?" I asked

He mumbled a, "Hm?"

"Are you nervous?" I smirked at him. He stopped snapping his fingers and looked at me.

"What no-" he started.

"Sure," I said sarcastically.

"Whatever," he rolled his eyes.

We walked over to the big front doors and took a breath. Why the fuck am I this nervous? It's only an improved hellhole. A step up from middle school. That big leap from big fish to little fish.

Finally, we walked in and went to the front office. There was a pretty blonde secretary with the name tag Ms.Farfields. Grabbing our scechuldes from her, we walked out.

As soon as we did, the school was filled with lost freshman trying to find their lockers or classes.

"Let's go," Grayson took my hand and dragged me to a random hall. He started pacing back and forth.

"Grayson, are you okay?" I asked stopping him from pacing.

"No, I'm not," he said moving his hand to his forehead and put the other one on his hip.

Ring!

"Hey, let's get to class," I looked around. "Let's talk about this later, get to class," I told him and started to find my locker.