Brielle

fourteen

BRIELLE

I have never been in a situation this awkward before. It's awkward for me, but definitely not for Grayson as he walks behind me.

Ever since he kissed me, then asked to kiss me again, he's had this stupid smirk on his face.

But it's not like I forgot he kissed Toffee like three hours before, so as soon as I get home I'm using a bottle of mouthwash and exfoliating my lips. Several times.

After reminding him that I am indeed still mad at him- yes I am a petty bitch, he sighed and pushed himself off me.

Ben is still stood at Grayson's jeep as we make our way over to him. His face lights up when he sees us, only before narrowing his eyes at Grayson.

"Where have you two been?" He asks suspiciously.

Just kissing after he beat up his coach.

"I asked him to blow the hairdryer for me as I went to the toilet. You know don't want people hearing," I laugh awkwardly waving a hand at Ben.

One of my worst fears is people hearing me piss, it's so awkward afterwards that it makes me want to crawl in a hole and swallow up sand.

Ben's eyes widen as shock is evident on his features, Grayson on the other hand is rolling his eyes.

"I'm not even going to ask about why Grayson's fingers are red, oh and the back of your sweater," My eyes widen as I turn to Grayson.

Grayson is holding back a laugh as I glare at him.

"No! That is not what it looks like," I gasp out, shaking my head quickly.

"See his whole hand is red!" I hold up his hand before immediately dropping it as I see the expression on my brothers face.

I mentally curse myself as Grayson bursts out laughing, leaning forward as I roll my eyes.

"Right," Ben trails out, turning away quickly as Grayson opens the jeep.

Before I know it a hand is placed on my waist- not a bloodied one.

"Good going babe," Grayson whispers in my ear as butterflies erupt in my lower stomach. My face heats and I walk away, going towards the blacked out jeep.

I can hear him chuckle as I open the door to the jeep, sending the brunette a middle finger in response before slamming the door shut.

Ben turns around from the front seat.

"Look, I don't need to be an uncle just yet."

My eyes widen as I vigorously shake my head, "Ben, I told you it was not like that."

I mean it kind of was, but the only thing we did was kiss. And then he wanted to kiss again, and then again.

"Sure," He says as he nods his head slowly, a sarcastic smile on his face.

"I can see how much he likes you Els, just be careful," Ben assures before spinning around in his seat.