^ this is grayson, obviously.

grayson's pov

i walked into third period, ap trigonometry. yeah, it's a pretty tough class but it's the only subject that actually could have an answer, things like english are like a guessing game on getting a good grade, plus i can barley read.

ethan sat down in the lab next to me, since our dad the super intendant of our school, he made sure ethan and i were always in the same classes, even if ethan can't keep up with the work. trust me, i do try to help him because he helps me with english, but he just doesn't give a flying fuck about school.

"grayson pay attention." the teacher snapped at me, hitting the desk in front of me while walking down the row of tables, finally turning around and facing the class.

this is gonna be so fun!

later

i grabbed the books from my locker that i needed, a couple girls staring at me from afar, i just pretended as if i didn't even see them, it wasn't something i wanted to deal with. i don't want a girlfriend, if i need a quick fuck, i can easily pull anyone. but ethan has a worse reputation than i do, which is pretty damn impressive.

i looked down the hall, after thinking about him my eyes landed on where his assigned locker is, seeing her bending down and unlocking the lock i never noticed how perfect her ass was. she continued on, opening the door hastily, she was in a rush. good, she took my advice.

ethan turned the corner of the hallway, kendall looking up and closing her locker as fast as she could, going the opposite way of the front doors.

she was avoiding him, good. she deserves better.

ethan threw his hands into the hair, a chuckle leaving my mouth as i closed my locker, swinging my backpack over my right shoulder, walking over to ethan to rush him so we could get home.

"let's go i have places to be." don't get me wrong, i love my brother but he pissed me the fuck off on any hour of the day, by just breathing.

"dude i'm going as fast as i possibly can calm the fuck down." he replied, having trouble with his lock.

"i think you should stay away from that kendall girl." he looked down at the ground before punching his locker, still not being able to open it.

"why the fuck is that any of your business?" he shouted, heads turning as they walked out of the school to weirdly eye us.

"it became my fucking business when you practically begged me to show you an old ass email."

his eyes removed from the lock to mine, they looked weirdly dark.

"why did you hook up with her or something, you want her?" his voice changed, weirdly dark.

"dude can you hurry the fuck up i have places to be." quickly changing the subject, repeating what i had just said because the man hasn't even opened the locker.

i patted his shoulder and began to walk away, he can find a ride himself. wait fuck that i hope he has to walk.

as i stepped foot outside i grabbed my car key from my grey joggers, unlocking it as i walked closer. but there was something that caught my eye before i could get to it, scratch that, someone.

kendall was standing by herself, her phone pressed up against her ear, i could only hear bits and pieces of what she was saying.

"what do you mean you already left?"

"you couldn't have waited five minutes for me?"

"how am i supposed to get home?"

i walked over to her, sticking a hand in my pants pocket, tapping her shoulder with the other hand.

i licked the inside of my cheek as she turned around, "i gotta go." she said to her phone, giving her full attention to me.

"what? be careful?" she asked, mocking what i told her earlier in the day, her hand grabbing her other wrist to pull a scrunchy off of it.

i mean if you're into bdsm you could've just asked..

i make myself ugly laugh.

"come with me, i'll give you a ride." i suggested, her eyebrows furrowed probably being confused on why the fuck i would. she tightened her hair into a ponytail, lifting the backpack up from the ground to her back.

"please." she smiled, quickly forming into a laugh.

"follow me."

we walk back to my car, i open the passenger side door for her, and helped her up, since it was a truck.

i walked around to my side and hopped up into my seat, turning the car on and pulling away from the school.

i handed my phone over to her after unlocking it, "play some music, i have a playlist on spotify."

she gladly took the phone from my hand and scrolled through it, "you have the most shit music taste i have ever seen."

that's so rude. i'll drop you off right here!

she finally chose a song, moving the dial on my radio up, this was not on my playlist.

she started singing along to it. and damn she was good, i never knew that about her.

"loving is easy when everything's perfect please don't change a single little thing for me."

(a/n: hi lol i don't know if those are the actual lyrics it's just what i remember.)

i smiled at her, not intentionally it just made me smile.

i pulled into her driveway, "here's your stop." she almost got out before stopping herself and turning back to me.

"so you are the one who gave ethan my address!"

i laughed, "guilty."

"so then why would you tell me to be careful?"

"bye kendall."

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why should she be careful?