Grace didn't say a word, unable to believe what Cion had just told her. Her mind drifted off as she began to wash herself off, cleaning off both her and Dylan's blood from her skin. Twenty minutes passed by before Grace got out of the bath, pulling the plastic plug from the drain, watching as...
Grace didn't even react to his confession and began to remove her bloodied clothing, not caring if Cion was in front of her. She went back to the bathroom and opened the warm water before getting inside, letting it fill up before turning it off. She sat there in silence, staring into space. 'He...
Grace didn't hear a word but something was telling her that Cion was still in her house. She went over to her bedroom and saw the blond guy still laying there, not having moved a muscle. Without even thinking, Grace said something she hadn't even thought about. "You killed Dylan, didn't you?"...
(Continued...)
Grace had knocked around 5 more times until she realized that the door had been left unlocked, which confused her since Dylan always made sure that the doors were locked. For some reason, this sent shivers up Grace's spine... something about this made her feel incredibly...
Grace squealed in surprise when Cion walked into the bathroom, trying to cover as much as she could of herself, which was quite difficult since the shower's glass wasn't frosted. Grace blushed immensely. She heard him yell out an apology, and sighed in relief as he went running out the door.
A...
Grace nearly screamed as Cion fainted, her hands shooting out to grab his hands so his head wouldn’t smash against the tiled floor. “Cion!” She yelled, lightly patting his face as she tried to waking up. She looked around, trying to figure out what to do. She decided to drag him into the living...
Grace took another water bottle out of the fridge, handing it over to Cion. She noticed that his cheeks were a warm rosy color. It looked like he was blushing the entire day. She frowned slightly and placed her water on the island, taking a few steps closer to Cion. “Hey, are you alright? You’ve...
Grace smiled and nodded, approving of Cion’s choice. She waited for the hallway to clear up a little bit before leading the blond to her car, still unaware that she continued to hold his hand. Luckily Dylan had decided to leave school a bit earlier that day, he would have gotten a bit piqued...
When they arrived to lunch, Grace paid a little bit more attention to Cion rather than to Dylan, which actually irked him a lot. He wasn’t enjoying the fact that his girlfriend was paying attention to another guy, but he tried to let it go.
The day passed quickly, Grace discovering that she...
She swung her backpack over her shoulder and nodded with a smile. “Sounds good,” Grace said and was about to leave the classroom when she stopped in her tracks and looked over at Cion and grabbed his hand. “Come to lunch with me,” She told him and tugged him along out of the room, but was...
As they did their assignment, Grace and Cion made small talk... very small talk. He was quiet and blushing most of the time, which Grace actually found to be quite cute. But she also noticed that he had been shaking a bit. She was curious as to why he was, but she let it slide.
Time had passed...
Grace smiled gently and noticed how much Cion was blushing. "There's no need to apologize," She told him before returning her attention to Mr. Robinson, who had begun to speak about their project for the day.
Three minutes after the bell rang, the class was already full and everyone was silent as Mr. Robinson began to speak of reassigning partners. "I will be choosing who will be partnered with who," He said, and most of the classroom groaned. Grace wasn't one of those students since she didn't...
Grace noticed how much the guy was blushing and seemed to be skittish, which made her giggle a little bit. She smiled as he began to say that he was in fact there at the Citadel Hotel, but her eyebrows rose in surprise as he told her that she was pretty. "H-Hey!" She stuttered when the boy ran...
As Grace collected her things to the day, she noticed someone in her peripheral vision staring at her. She looked over to see a slightly familiar face, and began to wonder if he was one of the people she had served back at the hotel she worked at.
Once she gathered all of her things, Grace...
It was 7:15 in the morning, and Grace had been awake since 3 a.m, working at a hotel as a waitress. She was incredibly tired, but she had no choice but to get ready for another day of school. She took a quick shower and changed into deep purple sleeved shirt, acid washed skinny jeans and black...