"Grayson, what are you doing?" I asked, slowly, walking into his house. He was sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, facing the view of the city lights.
Grayson was surrounded by open bottles of beers and alcohol. When he turned around, I did what most people wouldn't do, I looked directly into his eyes.
His eyes were like a book, telling a story to ones who dared to look at them. Hurt, confusion, and sadness written all over his drooping, bloodshot eyes. He didn't answer me, making me step closer to him, "You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," he whispered with the rare smile I've seen only a few times through the time I've known him. Though this one is different. It was depressing.
"No, you're not."
He sighed. He didn't say anything back, but we both knew what he was going to say. He knew what he was feeling right now, even though he wasn't sober. He knew.
"I wanna fix you." I whispered, shocking myself.
His smile vanished, almost immediately. He looked away from me, his eyes back to the city lights, "Me too."He whispered.
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Stereotypes shape today's society, especially with Grayson Watts. He's the schools bad boy, making girls go all over him, but I, Bailey Winters, or so I thought. I'm the girl that's usually too busy reading and doing homework than to go out and stalk guys. Somehow, Grayson and I cross paths and something about me made us become close enough to be called, 'friends.' With our new found friendship, I learned that bad boys, too, could be broken.
Highest Rank- #27 in Teen Fiction 8/6/17
Made in 2015
"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today."
"How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question.
Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me."
I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone."
"About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store.
I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?"
Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me.
"What?" I asked shyly.
"Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes.
I blushed, "What? Why would you think-"
"Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away.
*This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*