Page 39 of Never Have I Ever
Grayson
I look down at the screen. Waiting for something. A call, a text. I just want to see her name on the screen.
She won’t call. I know that. She never calls. I told her I’d call her, but I haven’t. Ever since I last saw her, I can’t stop thinking about her, looking at her name on my phone. I even found her social media to see what she’s been up to.
She threw me off guard the other day. She asked for the one thing I can’t give her again. She asked me to take her, to brand her as mine. I let her down as gently as I could, but she won’t give up. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, either. I’ve tried. The more those baby blue eyes stare up at me and beg me to teach her everything I know, the more I want to accept.
The things I could teach her. I could learn her body, make her learn mine. I would have so much fun with her. I already do without the sex. I can only imagine what it would be like if I just gave in and took all of her.
“How was that?” Aiden grunts.
“Huh?”
He groans, lifting the bar off his chest and placing it back on the rack above him. “Dude. If you’re going to be my spotter, you can’t just stare into space.”
I blow out a breath. “Sorry.”
He sits up on the bench, drying his sweaty face with a towel. “What’s going on with you anyway?” he asks. “Is it your parents again?”
Aiden’s the only one who knows about my parents— to a certain extent. He’s been my best friend since I met him in orientation freshman year, and he’s a loyal motherfucker, so I know he won’t be running his mouth.
“No,” I tell him. “They call, I ignore. It seems to work out fine.”
That’s a lie. It’s not working out. I can’t get them off my back. They don’t trust me and probably never will, but I can’t change what happened, and I’m here, dammit. I’m here trying to prove to them I’m willing to do whatever the fuck they want me to do until I get what I need, and I can leave.
“Then what’s up?” he asks.
Rosie and I agreed to keep it a secret. She probably feels embarrassed to be seen with me, knowing she’s too good for me. So, I don’t want to ruin her freshman year by letting everyone assume she’s with me.
She needs the freedom, the space to discover who the fuck she is without her parents breathing down her neck. Who would have thought I’d be relating to Rosalie Whitton?
“C’mon. You can tell me,” Aiden says.
I run a hand through my hair. “I can’t,”
He scoffs. “Dude. It’s obviously bothering you. You haven’t stopped staring at your phone since we got here.”
I groan, running a hand down my face. “Fine, but I swear to God, if you tell anyone about this, I will break your kneecaps.”
He snorts. “Like you could reach. Just tell me and stop whining.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Jesus. You’re a cocky bastard. Fine, do you remember that girl who came to our house two weeks ago?”
He uncaps his water bottle, downing half the bottle, and then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific. I’ve seen many girls come in and out of our house.”
Not from me, he hasn’t. I haven’t been with a single girl since Rosie walked in on Brianna and me. Fuck knows why. Maybe it’s the fact that I haven’t stepped foot in a party since I saw her that night, or maybe it’s because I haven’t been able to get her off my mind to even start thinking about another girl.
I glare at him. “Blonde hair. White skirt. Ran out of there?”
“Oh. Rosalie, right?”
“Yeah.”
“His eyes widen. “You slept with her?” he asks. “You?”
My eyes narrow at him. “No, asshole. What do you mean by that? You don’t think I could get with her?”
He laughs. “She’s not exactly your type, is all. And you don’t seem like her type,”
