Graysons POV
"W-Whats your name?" she stares up at me with a look of curiosity on her face. I instantly become surprised. Does she really not know my name? Has she been living under a rock her whole life? I look at her and reply anyway.
"Grayson and your Ivy right?"
" Y-yes, nice to m-meet you Grayson," she replies quietly and looks down. Her voice is the cutest thing I've heard in a long time. She sounds like she's talking to herself. I don't mind the stutter. It's kinda cute, and the way she says my name and makes it sound so innocent and full of life when in reality, it's actually quite the opposite.
" I-I would really hope you don't tell anyone about this." She looks up at me almost as if she is pleading as sadness and pain fills her eyes. Why would I tell anyone? I'm not that bad of a person, am I? My jaw clenches, and I reach out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ears, and she flinches. I immediately jerk my hand away. She looks embarrassed, and she quietly thanks me and walks out of the building, and for a small person, she is fast. I chuckle to my self but stop and think,
Ivy, what are you hiding?
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Saved by the Badboy
Romance"God Damn, she is the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on. She looks like a fucking angel"; I almost think I'm dreaming as I stare at her full pink lips and dab of freckles across her nose and her eyes... her eyes are amazing I could just...
