Out of My Control [bxb]

Chapter 32

"You okay?" Grayson asks, rubbing my shoulders to... comfort me, relax me? I don't know, but nothing can ease the anxiousness firing up inside me.

I nod anyway, I don't need my boyfriend worrying about me all day. "I'm fine," I lie.

I slept over at his house last night (Took some major convincing of my parents and a few white lies). Though, we did drive separately, so that I could drive my car home later.

Now, we're standing outside of Austberg High School.

And I'm tweaking out!

Grayson turns me around to face him, hands firmly on my shoulders. "Reid, you'll be okay. I'll be with you the whole time... besides a few classes. I promise I won't let anything happen to you and the second anyone gives you shit, I'll-"

"No getting into a fight for me," I tell him, pointing a finger at him in a parental way.

"No promises," he shakes his head as firmly as his words.

"Grayson," I say pleading. The last thing I want are the assholes at this school putting my boyfriend in the hospital. Not that Grayson couldn't handle himself.

"I just don't like the thought of someone giving you shit for being who you are," he pouts.

"I know, and I love you for that, but you can't protect me if you're expelled."

"Okay fine," he sighs in defeat then pecks me on the lips.

I back away from him then immediately regret it when I see the hurt look on his face. "Sorry, I just... I don't know if I'm all for the PDA right now. I need a little time."

Grayson nods in understanding but still looks a little disappointed. "Come on, we have five minutes before class," he says then walks ahead towards the entrance of the building.

Frowning, I speed walk up to him. I grab his hand and yank him back. "Hey, I meant like no kissing, but you can hold my hand or wrap your arm around me in that possessive way you do."

Grayson's beautiful smile returns, but not fully. He nods once more then wraps his arm around my neck before we walk into school together.

As soon as we enter, all eyes are on us and the whispering starts. I stop for a second and contemplate walking out and hiding under a rock.

"You good?" Grayson asks, looking at me with worry in his eyes.

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. "Sorry, I just-"

"I know, it's okay,"  he whispers to me as we continue our way down the hallway.

"I feel like Bella and Edward when they walk into school for the first time as a couple," I joke, trying to ease my anxiety.

Grayson laughs which helps, "See? They're just looking at us cause they want to be us."

I snort, "I doubt tha-" I freeze in my tracks when we turn the corner.

I break away from Grayson's hold and numbly walk up to my locker. My heartbeat speeds up as I get closer to my locker. In capital, black letters, the word 'Faggot' is poorly written in sharpie across my locker.

I just stare at it, stunned.

"Reid—" Grayson breathes sympathetically as he comes up behind me.

"I'm fine," I say quickly to him as my breathing speeds up. "It's fine, I'm fine," I repeat.

"Love your locker, Reid," Colton mocks in between fits of laughter. "Sorry I missed the show yesterday, heard it was quite the entertainment. Thought I'd show my support," he nods to my locker with a sadistic grin, "Hope you like it. Really suits you, don't ya' think?" At this point, people have gathered around to watch the commotion.