You know, Gray and I have been together for more or less forty-eight hours and we've reached that point of intimacy hat most couples who have been together for a long time hasn't even achieved yet. Then again, we've had a very funky relationship that has been going on for about two or three years.

But there was one thing we haven't done.

Sitting in the middle of a fancy ass restaurant as I peeked over, watching as Gray stared intently at the menu and is currently avoiding as much eye contact as he can. I'll admit, we've been awkward this whole time – from the moment he picked me up to this situation.

We have never been alone in a proper date before.

Okay, I've been on family dinners with Gray before and I've been going to lunch or dinner outs with our whole group, but never in this ordeal where there's just the two of us, having a proper meal.

"So have you decided what you want to eat?" he questioned, looking up at me.

Taken off-guard by his question, I jolted up a little before nodding, "Yeah, I think I'm having the salmon."

Oh jeez, this is out of character for the both of us.

Just in time, the waiter walked up to us, flashing us a smile, "Hello, what are we having tonight?"

Looking at each other, we stumbled in our words as we tried to say our order. The waiter, looking ever so confused, switched his gaze between us before nodding in understanding, holding back a laugh as he wrote down what we were saying.

This is so not us. We were like the king and queen of confidence in our high school and now we're acting like fools.

"So since this our first date..." he trailed off, lacing his fingers together after the waiter went off to place our orders, "Let's get to know each other."

I gave him an incredulous look and he sighed, "I know, this is crap."

"I think we've gotten too used to our normal routine that right now, we're so out of our element," I admitted, "But okay, let's just do this."

He tilted his before gesturing for me to start, taking a sip from his glass, "Well, my name is Clara Harper, I'm a cheerleader, my parents are divorced, and I'm kind of a bitch."

The old couple sitting on the table next to us looked over when they heard the last addition to my introduction. They gave us an obnoxiously offended look before turning back to their meal.

Gray grinned when he saw their reaction before he spoke, "And I'm Gray Martyn, I play football, I hate my brother, and I'm an asshole."

Once again, the couple glanced towards us, scrunching their noses in disgust. I bit my lip to hold back a laugh, looking down on my lap just as Gray added, "But I think you already know the last part."

"I'm a first-hand victim," I shrugged, "Hey I'm still here though."

And finally, the compromising atmosphere left.

"Then I promise to no longer be an asshole," he chuckled, lifting his glass of water, "Intentionally."

I laughed as I clinked our glasses together, "Just lessen it, being a frustrating jerk is part of the real you."

Another philosophy, love someone together with all of their flaws. Trust me, if you stay long enough, you'll be able to see their good side.

The waiter approached us holding a tray of our meal. He once again smiled politely as he set down the plates on our table, "Enjoy your dinner."

As the night went by, the food on our food were slowly consumed as our mindless chatter filled the air. Because of our vulgar language, the old couple still stole several glances towards our way, each one adding more to our growing amusement.

"So what now?" I questioned, setting down my knife and fork.

"Check please," Gray requested before giving me a mischievous grin, "Nobody's at my house right now."

It's going to be too boring if we end the night too quickly. Smirking, I asked, "Got some vodka?"

A few hours later, we sat on the floor of Gray's living room as the tv was muted in front of us. We gripped our shot glasses as we laughed at the most ridiculous things while the almost-empty bottle of the requested alcoholic drink was at the middle of us.

"Have you ever cheated on someone?" I asked as I waited for him to bring the glass to his lips. When he didn't, my eyebrows shot up and he chuckled.

"Can't consider cheating if you weren't in a relationship," he reasoned out and I shrugged in response, "Have you ever Marvin Gaye and get it on?"

"What's with the song reference?" I snorted but I took a shot nonetheless and when I looked at him, he quickly took his before high fiving me.

Of course he had done it and he knows rather well that I did as well, considering the fact that we did it with each other.

Oh we had a long list of things we shouldn't have done but we did, you don't need to look in there.

"Have you ever been in love," I inquired one of the corniest things he can throw in this game.

I tilted my head back as I drank the vodka, letting the alcohol burn my throat. When I glanced back at him, he also did the same, lifting the bottle as he offered to pour me another one.

I know that he had been in love, I mean, just from the way he looked at Kelly back then was good enough of a proof. Nonetheless, there was another follow-up question that has been bugging my mind.

Have you ever been in love with the person in front of you right now?

Because you and I both know that I would take a shot with that. Him? I don't know. I don't want to ask him that yet, because I don't want our fate of our relationship rest on a shot of vodka when the two of us clearly starting to get drunk.

Well to be fair, the first time we had sex was when we were slightly buzzed by some beers. A little older, a little more alcohol content.

"Screw that question," I murmured under my breath before drinking the contents of my glass, not even bothering to hear his inquiry, "Gray, I think you know what I'm thinking right now after I asked that."

Because after the hell I've put her through, my pride was now holding me back more than ever.

And that was when he finally took the vodka, as if he was praying that it would distract him from my sudden curiosity. He scrunched up his face a bit by the sting of the drink but he downed it so quickly that if I had blinked, I would've missed it.

There was only girl he ever fully loved, and that was Kelly.

"Are we breaking up now?" he questioned with a bitter tone.

Hell no, jerkass. I've invested too much of my time into this and I'm not walking away just because of a bitch who screwed you over when you were sixteen. What am I? A lamb?

No, you're dating a queen who's as headstrong as a hunter with a shotgun.

I'm going to be that girl who'll make sure that little heart of you gets mended even though it had been shattered and broken, though you're partially the blame for it.

We're a pair of troubled rebels finding our place in each other.

Hey, that line should be written in a book. I'm such a fucking genius.

"You know what I'm craving?" I told him just to change the topic, "Cupcakes."

I'm starting think that the alcohol was finally getting to me.

"There's a 24 hour Walmart nearby," he suggested.

No, those are the dry and bland cupcakes. I want something that was as amazing as me, I deserve the best cupcakes in town.

But then again, I'm drunk and I want cupcakes.

"Let's go!" I stated, pushing myself up to my feet before bending down to put on my heels, "By the way, I'm not letting any of us drive while we're under the influence."

He looked over his shoulder and shot me a grin, "Who says we're driving?"

Scrunching my eyebrows in confusion, his silly expression didn't falter. Shrugging, I bent down and took the vodka bottle, taking a swig before passing it to him so he would do the same. Looking at the clock perched on the wall, I bit down a snicker when I saw that we were slowly approaching midnight.

My mom will throw a fit if she realizes that I was not home yet. But then again, she'll throw a fit anyways when I tell her that Gray was now my boyfriend.

"Holy shit, we're riding that?" I gaped when he slowly rolled out a dust-covered bicycle from his garage. It wasn't even a pair, it was a single bicycle with a freaking carrier at the back.

He patted the spot, "You want cupcakes? We're getting cupcakes."

"We're walking," I declared, grabbing his hand as I swayed a little in my shoes, walking like a newborn deer as I dragged him away from his house.

"We're probably going to end up in a park bench with bad hangover tomorrow," he mused as he walked beside me, "I'm in."

Gray was so similar to me, he was an aware drunk. When he wakes up tomorrow, he'll remember everything and right now, his mind's not as fogged up as most people will be after consuming the amount of alcohol he did.

One look at us and you'll realize that we're the notorious bad boy and cheerleader duo that most people only read in those corny teen fiction books.

We came bursting into the glass doors of Walmart and Gray quickly dragged me to where they stacked those plastic cases of the vanilla iced cupcakes.

One of the employees gave us a side glance as Gray weighted two of the cases, deciding which one was better.

Well, who wouldn't question our get up?

A high school boy dressed up in a white dress shirt with a loosened tie and slacks along with a same aged girl wearing a fancy ass cocktail dress and high stilettos.

Then again, why should she care? Mind your own business, lady. I want my cupcakes.

"This one," Gray finally said, lifting the one he chose.

The cashier also gave us a judgmental look when she rang up our single purchase. Looking up, I matched her hard gaze with a glare of my own and she quickly averted her eyes and went to handing us our receipt.

"My mom would kill me if she learns about this," I laughed as trudged out of the store, opening the plastic case and taking one out before giving it to Gray, "A drunken midnight trip to Walmart for cupcakes."

"Should I bring you home then?" he jokingly asked as he took a bite.

Shaking my head, I grabbed my own cupcake, "Nah, I'm in a fight with her right now."

"Over what this time?" he questioned before gesturing to one of the public benches where we could sit down.

"She refused to believe me when I told her that Will was having an affair with Evan's mom," I explained, plopping down on the cold seat.

His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, "Wait, so you're still in good terms with the boy even though your step-father is getting it on with his mom?"

Now that he mentioned, it was typical for me to have some sort of resentment over Evan because of this.

"Yeah," I shrugged, finishing my cupcake before reaching out to take another one, "It's not Evan's fault, he was as shocked as I was."

"Sometimes I worry about your relationship," he admitted, sitting down beside me, "If you could only imagine what I see whenever I you're with him."

The universe gave him to me when it knew that I needed some support system. He was my shoulder to lean on and I was his – I hate it that I had to reject him, but I don't want to enter a relationship where I feel like I need to force myself into liking the other person.

It doesn't work that way and it should never work that way.

He'll find someone right for him, but I'm afraid this blonde cheerleader is not that person.

He reached out a hand and let it fall on my lap, his palm facing up. Smiling, I placed my hand in his, watching as my fingers fell in the spaces between his.

I would have never known that I'll find myself in this position with him. At midnight in a public bench, holding hands as we scarf down on our cheap cupcakes with only the lampposts illuminating the streets as we hold hands because this is where the night took us.

"Have you told the girls yet?' he murmured softly and I shook my head.

"Have you told the guys yet?" I shot back and he came up with the same reply.

Well, it looks like we have another adventure on Monday.

And if those pokeys even dare to react in a way I don't like, they better be prepared.

"Come on," Gray said as soon as we finished the last cupcake, "Let's head home."

Even though we were wobbling the whole way we managed to reach his house without dying, so I can say this date was a success.

He placed the vodka bottle into the kitchen sink and put the shot glasses into the dishwasher. I leaned against the doorframe as he turned, slowly walking up to me and with a smirk, he asked, "Now should I take you home?"

With his suggestive tone and the placement of his hand on my hip, I knew where this was already going. Rolling my eyes, I raised my brows and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning up to lightly hover my lips over his, "You and I know what the answer to that is."

Releasing a chuckle, he pressed our lips together as he lifted me up from the ground, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he brought the two of us into his bedroom, kicking the door close.

The morning after, just like I predicted, I achieved this horrible headache. Gray was still peacefully snoozing beside me and I groaned, clutching my head as I got down from the bed.

I need some water, painkillers, and a good breakfast.

Looking around the room, I bit my lips when I saw my cocktail dress lazily thrown on the carpet. Opting to wear one of Gray's shirts, I ditched my shoes as I padded around his house in my bare feet.

Using his toilet and grabbing the aspirin in his medicine cabinet, I started to go downstairs as I released a yawn. Smelling the scent of waffles, I smiled as I followed the aroma into the kitchen.

Perhaps because of my headache that my brain stopped thinking logically. My first clue should have been the fact that there was somebody cooking when it was only supposed to be Gray and me in this house.

Halting in the doorway of the kitchen, I held back a scream of surprise when I saw the two familiar adults standing there.

That's the right, Gray's parents were here.

They stopped when they saw me there, my hair still disheveled and wearing their youngest son's shirt.

"Something smells good," we all heard Gray say as his footsteps went nearer, "Babe, are you making us some waffles?"

And just like the usual Gray fashion, he was completely oblivious to the whole situation. When he entered the kitchen, he was still humming a gleeful tune but the moment he realized that his parents were there, his jaw dropped open.

Now, I've met Gray's parents on multiple occasions. I used to be his go-to dinner date whenever his parents demanded a family outing and they're quite pleased by the fact that Gray has been bringing the same girl for the past two years as opposed to Bryan, who always had a different girl every time.

But that was when I was freaking dressed to the nines, not when it was obviously the morning after I had sex with their son.

Oh fuck me.

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Reading the comments on the last chapter was great learning experience for me.

Clevan readers who stayed, you guys are going to get your alternate ending after the story. You'll get about 2-5 chapters after the last chapter where we'll go back to Chapter 28.

Question: Should Clara finally cut ties with Vivian or not? 

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