Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter XXII - Boys... What's going on with them?

Chapter 22

My eyes followed the swishing stick that was currently in Ms. Johnson's hand. She was our English teacher. Yup, English. The subject where we all had together... even Kevin (Greyson's little minion). I know I should be listening like a good student, but the thing is...

"Can you read the excerpt on Endymion, Greyson?" Ms. Johnson batted her eyelashes at my idiotic husband. He didn't respond. "Greyson?" 

"Huh, Oh what?" He said in a daze. His eyes were trying to fly open as he began to look around the room and landed his gaze on me. It's not my fault he wanted to watch Family Guy at a school night. "What?" He mouthed.

I gave him a 'the' look and vaguely raised an eyebrow. Like seriously? Can't he take things seriously for the first time. We're here at school not at his studio. When he finally got the message, (took him long enough) He flashed Ms. Johnson his amazingly breathtaking smile. 

I swear I heard her heave a dramatic sigh. "Can you repeat the question, ma'am?" He smiled. She sighed, scratch that, every girl in the room in the exception of me and Meg-- No.... Just me, sighed dreamily as they all stare at my idiot of a husband. 

Somehow it feels disturbing how girls tend to act around this goofball. I mean, Hello? We're here to learn... duh! 

"O-Oh my." Ms. Johnson blushed and cleared her throat. "Will you read the excerpt on Endymion, my boy?" She batted her eyelashes at him, thus, making me sick. Kevin laughed silently, ducking his head down to clutch his stomach.

"Shut up, Tyler." I hissed. He just playfully rolled his eyes and leaned his head down on his awaiting palm, giving me a wink. Clyde and Megan seems to hide their laughter with a book covering their faces. 

On the other hand, Greyson flashed another of his famous smiles, stand up, fixed his collar and went on to reading. Oh bother.... Come on bell... ring for me. 

In a slow and smooth tone, he pronunced the words carefully and with emotions. 

Endymion the shepherd,

As his flock he guarded,

She, the Moon, Selene,

Saw him, loved him, sought him,

Coming down from heaven 

To the glade on Latmus,

He stopped in mid-sentence as he glanced at my direction, flashing a cocky smirk. Puzzled, I turn to the copy of my English Literature book only to find myself turning as red as a beet.

Kissed him, Lay beside him.

Blessed is his fortune.

Evermore he slumbers,

Tossing not nor turning,

Endymion the shepherd.

"I'll be your Selene, GreyGrey." Patrice purred behind him as he took a seat. God, I swear I'm gonna throw up any minute now. He slightly turned over his shoulder to give her a smile. Like seriously? How dare he smile at that freaking melon piece of thrash after she said that? If I were him, I'd throw up on her face.