Escrita por: daddiestdaddy
I'm walking quickly too class. Grayson was the last person I wanted to see today. I don't hate him, just, I can't have him. For two reasons, one, being he's my brother's best friend, two, being he's a fuck boy. Not the one that fucks someone every night. The one that acts like they love you, until they get what they want, which is sex. And me personally? Yeah, no. I'm not a sample. You don't get one bit, if you want some, you have to get the whole thing.
I turn the corner to get too class, and I bump into, the one and only, Grayson. "Sorry." I murmur, keeping my head down. I bend down to get the stuff I had dropped, and sure enough, I can feel eyes on my ass. I cough, so people would get the hint to stop staring, but I knew a few people were still looking. I standup, and walk away, until someone grab my wrist and spins me around. I look to see Aaron, handing me a jacket. "I don't want people staring at my sister's ass, use this to cover yourself." He says, I laugh a little at his attempt to protect me. He gives me a serious look, "Use it." He says staring me straight in the eyes. I nod, as I walk off to class.