"My life wasn't worth living until you."
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When Layla Greene struggles to handle the death of her best friend, her father decides to uproot and move her family to California in aims to keep her on the right track he put...
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Song for this chapter: you and I (nobody in the world)
- John Legend
Grayson's POV
Chris: you know Layla and Lydia are going to a party tonight? My daughter is calling you a tool, I don't know what you did but you better go and fix it so you can look out for her.
Shit, Layla called me a tool? She said that to her dad? I mean she is one hundred percent correct, I am a tool. A complete asshole. But I'm an asshole that loves her. I love her too much to drag her into my shit.
I've always had protective instincts when it comes to her - since the day I met her, and I don't think that I'd ever gonna change. It's worse now than it's ever been.
She is my world. And I refuse to bring her anymore suffering by shedding light on a part of my past that I wanted to remain hidden. I also don't want her to look at me differently.
I send a message to the group chat to let them know I'm up for the party. I declined earlier because the argument with her drained me, and the look on her face as I disappointed her has begun to haunt me. But if she's there, getting drunk at a party with the guys in our year - there's no way I'm letting her go without me being able to watch out for her.
Lydia isn't always the best drunk and I can't count on her to look after my girlfriend under the influence. I need to be there, even if she doesn't want to see me. I throw on another outfit, and spray Layla's favourite cologne of mine before grabbing my keys and leaving my house. I shout a goodbye to my mom on the way out, telling her where I'm going.
Getting in my car, I text the boys that I'm on my way - I agreed to be designated driver tonight, although I'm pretty certain they'll stay over as Dan is an friend of all of ours. I agreed for the sole purpose of looking after my girl. I know how much of a lightweight she is and she causes me so much stress being already clumsy - her being drunk seems to heighten her clumsiness that much more.
I pick up the guys one by one, each seeming to be more drunk than the last and when Reece gets into the passenger seat I have to refrain from wincing at the stench of alcohol on him.
"What's up?" I ask, trying not to inhale.
"I fucked it man." He complains, causing Myles to reach forward and slap his neck.
"Not that you deserve to know, but Lay texted me half an hour ago saying how Lyds is perfectly happy and fine. You need to sober up if you want to sort things out with her." Did he just say Lay? As in my Layla?
