Just Me ✔

Chapter 8

"Hey, Grace," Noah says from across the lunch table.

"What's up?"

"I love your shirt today," Noah compliments.

"Thanks, Noah," Grace blushes, "I like you shirt as well."

"Oh really? Well, it's made of boyfriend material," Noah smirks, as I laugh to myself.

"Shut up," Grace grins.

"Hey, Grace," Noah says again.

"Yes, Noah?"

"I wrote this for you," he starts as Grace nods, "Roses are red, violets are blue. The sun may be hot, but not as hot as you," Noah finishes.

"Oh my god," Grace groans and puts her head into her arms. They have been at this for the whole week. It's Friday, and apparently, this has been happening since the start of this year.

"Just make out already." Liam comments, rolling his eyes.

"I like that idea," Noah winks in Grace's direction.

"Jayden, help me," Grace pleads to me. Before I could say anything, the bell had rung, dismissing us from lunch. I have been welcomed into this group of people this past week, and I actually would consider them all my friends now.

Grace quickly runs out of the cafeteria, pulling me along with her.

"I'm going to die in there," Grace mutters, as we head to my locker.

"Do you like him?" I ask, curiosity overtaking me.

"Yeah. . ." Grace trails off.

"Then, what's the problem?" I ask.

"You don't know this, but he was a player all of high school. But this year, he's changed. He ignores pretty much any attention he gets," Grace explains.

"Yeah, and he turns his attention to you," I ask, raising my eyebrows. To me, it seems like he likes her.

"I know, I just don't want it to be an act." Grace sighs.

"I understand, but I think he does like you" I comment before we part ways, "Bye, Grace!"

"Bye, Jayden, see you in French!" She calls.

I make my way to my locker when I feel somebody following close behind. Once I get to my locker, I turn to see a tall guy smirking at me. I give him a small smile and turn back around to my locker.

I squat down to grab my textbook. It's history, and those books are always exceptionally heavy. I groan as I began to hoist it up, but someone comes behind me and helps me pick it up. I jump and quickly turn around, finding the guy who was following me, looking right back at me.

"Hello," I squeak, still a little in shock.

"Hey," he smirks, "I thought you needed some help there." He leans forward and presses his hands against the lockers beside mine, caging me in.

"Yeah, thank you." I awkwardly smile.

"I never caught your name," he said casually, ignoring my awkwardness.

"Oh, it's Jayden."

"I'm Lucas. You new here?"

"Yeah, Monday was my first day."

"Ah, I was off this week. I know I would've remembered a pretty face like yours." Lucas says followed by a wink.

I blush, and stay silent. I know no witty or flirty comebacks. What do I do in this situation?