You Are The Chosen One. (A Greyson Chance fanfiction)

Chapter 3: First date.

YOU

"Wake up! Wake up!" 

That voice sounds familiar.... and annoying. I got up.

"What do you want?" I shouted.

"Greyson is calling you." Hermione answered back.

"What?" I said shockingly. "I don't even have his number."

"Just answer it." 

"W-wait. You gave him my number, didn't you?"

"You don't need to know about it." She said. "Just answer his call!"

I got my phone from her hand and pressed it into my cheek.

"Hey, [YN]" 

"Hey, Greyo." 

"Ready for our first date later?" 

"Uhh, what date are you talking about?" 

"Buuuh, you won last night. Don't you remember?"

Oh, yes. I remember. AND NO. 

"Can't just my cousin go with you? I think I have a fever."

"No. You're coming with me and that's final." 

"But----"

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"What did he say??" Hermione freaked out.

"He told me that you look like a butthole." I answered, holding my laugh.

Her smile turned into frown, almost crying, "Seriously?" 

"Stop over reacting." I grinned. "I was just kidding." 

"Ugh. So, what did he tell you?"

"He told me that I should go come with him since I won last night."