Page 11 of Never Have I Ever
He walks into the living room and closes the door behind him. I hear the deep sound of the guys talking through the walls while I sit on the steps, tapping my foot, waiting impatiently for Grayson to come downstairs.
The more time passes, the more I think this might be a horrible idea. It seemed like the perfect plan two nights ago. I came home from the party, sober and upset about how the night had ended and made the list.
I blow out an exasperated breath. Where is he? I clutch my hand on the railing and take a deep breath in. I take a step forward and climb the stairs.
What if he doesn’t accept? What if he says no? This is embarrassing enough. I sound desperate. I am desperate. After last night, I don’t want to live like I have been for the past eighteen years. I need this.
I take a deep breath when I reach the top of the stairs, looking down the hallway. All of the doors are closed, and I have no idea which one is his bedroom.
Maybe I should just leave, he wouldn’t even know I was here in the first place, and I could forget about this whole thing. It's insane that I'm asking a guy I don't even know to sleep with me. But I came here for a reason, and I’m not leaving without at least asking him.
I knock on the first door and wait for a reply or movement from behind the wooden door, but there’s no response. I walk further down and knock on the next door I find.
“I’ll be down in a second.”
I suck in a breath at the sound. That’s him. Well, I think. I’ve never actually heard his voice before, and maybe Aiden and Grayson have a roommate.
I have no idea what possesses me to do what I do next, I know that I should wait for him to open the door or come out, or that it’s wrong, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching for his door handle.
I’m really about to do this. I’m about to ask Grayson Carter to take my virginity.
Here goes nothing.
I twist the door handle and push the door open.
“Dude, I said I’d be—”
His eyes lock with mine.
Oh, it’s his room, alright.
Except, Aiden was right. He is busy. With another girl’s tongue down his throat.
I gasp at the scene and slam the door closed.
5
Good girl gone bad
Grayson
It’s her.
I’m rigid for a moment, unable to move, staring at the wooden door that she closed behind her. She rushed out of here so quickly, I barely had time to look at her, but it was definitely her.
I can’t believe she’s here. Why is she here? In my house, in my room? After Friday night, my mind filled with thoughts of the angel I saw and never thought I’d see again.
Part of me thought I had made it up, made her up in my mind, made up the way she would keep looking back at me all night. But she was just here, in my room.
“Who was that?” Brianna asks. She sits back on my thighs, eyebrows scrunched as she looks down at me. She’s still straddling me, her arms wrapped around my neck as all my thoughts are consumed by the girl who just ran from me.
“Huh?”
“The girl,” she clarifies. “Who was that?”
Your guess is as good as mine,I want to say. I never saw her before the party, and now I’ve seen her twice.
“I have no idea,” I say honestly.
