Jenevieve
Grayson. That was his name. He wasn't just the boy who smiled, He was Grayson. He was funny and weird, and obsessivly nice, a little too nice. I didn't have a crush on him, but he was cute.
We hung out with him during recess, but at lunch, Willow was a little off. She wouldn't talk, or say a word. But when she'd look up, she'd glare at him. I sensed a little tension, but didn't say anything. Did they hate each other or something?
At the end of the day, I was walking with Willow to the bus and she said something. " I think Grayson has a crush on you", it's so obvious. Everyone can see it. " " Me, no, really, he doesn't", I told her. A little unsure of my respsonce. Maybe it was true. He had been around me a lot lately. " He does, it's so obvious", Willow said. " Yeah right", I told her. But what I really meant was...
Maybe he does
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It's always just us
Teen FictionMeet a group of kids, Willow, Jenevieve, Gwen,Geal, Skylar, and Grayson. These group of kids have always been together, and nomatter what they tell themselves, they will always be glued together somehow. Jenevieve and Grayson have been writing their...
