kelsey
today was finally friday night and grayson was taking me to a party. i put on a short t-shirt dress with a flannel around my waist and waited for grayson to pick me up
he texted me here and i ran outside to his car
"hey" i smiled getting in but he didn't look amused
"listen. we are pretending to be friends. we are not actually friends" he said causing me to go quiet
"ok"
it took us 10 minutes to get to the house. this was a huge party, bigger then any i have ever been too
"you coming?" grayson asked, i snapped out of whatever daydream my head was in and nodded my head
when we walked in i felt like i was in a different world of only popular kids. a lot of people came up to grayson to say what's up and i just stood there awkwardly
"ethan!" grayson shouted
"hey dude what's up?" ethan said to his brother
"kelsey! what are you doing here?" he said while giving me a side hug
"i'm here with grayson. where can i get a drink?" i smiled
"let me take you" ethan smiled and we left grayson
"so. why are you actually here? because we all know this isn't your crowd" he said while pouring vodka and soda into a cup
well that was rude
"i'm trying to make friends before we all departure" i said which was half true
he handed me the cup and i immediately chugged half of it. i needed these nerves to go away
"slow down" he laughed and put his hand on my back
"uh i'm going to the bathroom" i said and walked in any direction just trying to get out of that conversation
i walked up the staircase near the front door and began trying to get into rooms
i walked into what looked like the master bedroom and went straight for the bathroom
the light was already on so i walked in
"holy shit!" i jumped seeing grayson with no shirt on sitting on the counter
"you fucking scared me" i held my heart
"sorry. i'm trying to get this bandaid on but i can't reach. can you help?" he asked
"yeah sure" i put down my cup and took the bandaid from him
he turned looking into the mirror so i could see the medium sized cut on his back
"ow, how did you get this?" i asked and placed the bandaid gently down
"scratched my back on the fence" he said
i smoothed it out with my fingers feeling his smooth muscular skin. he was super built for a 17 year old
i stopped just looking at him and he turned around. "thank you" he said
"anytime" i say reaching for my cup
"wait" he said grabbing my hand
i stopped and looked at him
"stop looking at me like that!" i said slapping his hand
"like what?" he smirked
"with your eyes all sparkly and that smirk. it's not going to work with me dolan" i smiled and left the room
and for some reason i had a tingly feeling in my stomach
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the bucket list ; grayson dolan
قصص الهواةblackmail; the act of using information, to make the victim do what you want or else you reveal this information that would affect them
