Grace's P.O.V.
Leaves crunch under my boots as I walk from the garage to the front door of my house. Friday night has finally come and I couldn't be happier. I've had a particularly shitty week at school, I've somehow managed to fail all my tests and hadn't bothered with homework. Everyone ignored me as usual but I've gotten used to that. I'm just the shy and quiet girl.
Junior year is by far the worst year of my on going high school career. The only thing keeping me in school is my older brother, Dylan. If it weren't for him, I would've dropped out long ago.
I'm not someone who'd be considered popular. I'm just average in about everything I do. School, social life, athletic abilities, anything. My looks are very average as well. No, I'm not ugly but I'm not the type of girl who'd have guys chase after her either. I've only had one boyfriend my whole life, in 7th grade.
I unlock the door and step inside, a wave of disappointment passing over me. The smell of pizza immediately hits me, along with the loud music blasting from the speakers. Dylan has all his friends over, I should've expected this from all the cars parked in the driveway.
I drop my bag on the floor and walk into the living room after slipping off my shoes. I freeze when I see a room full of seniors. Dylan is the opposite of me. He's funny, smart, outgoing, and popular. Everyone loves him.
Only one or two people look at me and I quickly make my way over to Dylan, tapping his shoulder. He turns around and hugs me. "Hey Grace, how was school?" He asks.
I breath in his smell and close my eyes, blocking out everything else in the room. I have this lovely thing called anxiety which means that the smallest things cause me to get nervous to the point where I feel like throwing up.
"Can you turn down the music please? I want to sleep." I say, ignoring his question.
"Sure I can turn it down." He says and rubs my back when he feels how tense I am. "Are you sure you don't want to stay down here for a while? It's all people you've met before."
I shake my head. "I'm just tired." I mumble and pull away from him before heading upstairs. I get a few questioning glances from his group of friends but choose to ignore them as I take two steps at a time.
As soon as I get to my room, I wash off all my makeup and the collapse into my bed. I almost cry at how good it feels knowing that I don't have to get up for the next couple of days.
My eyes wander around my small room as I prepare myself for a nap. My room is average just like the rest of me. The walls are a light blue shade which looks good against my yellow pillows. My bed has black covers and all the furniture in here is white.
It took me a while to make this all fall together, almost a full year. I had to make sure everything matched. Now that it's finished, I absolutely love looking at it.
I try to clear my mind as best I can from all the worries creeping up from the back of my brain as my eyes flutter closed and I welcome the darkness.
Two hours later, I wake up to loud voices coming from downstairs. I lay in bed for about 20 minutes, contemplating whether it's worth it to get up.
Eventually, I decide to go downstairs and find some food. When I peak through my window, I notice fewer cars than before so hopefully, there'll be less people.
I hop down the stairs and listen to the voices, getting more clear as I get closer.
"You've gotta be kidding me! I was winning the whole damn time, this is rigged!" I'm surprised to hear a familiar British accent.
I walk into the living room with a confused frown on my face. Dylan had said that I've met all of these people but I've never met anyone British.
My eyes land on a curly headed guy that I've never seen before.
"Hey Grace we were just talking about you." My older brother says and I look over at him.
I frown and sit down next to him on the big couch. "Yea?"
"I don't think you've ever met Harry. He moved here from London." Dylan grins up at me.
"Not London. England, but not London." Harry chuckles and I look at him. I gotta admit, he's really attractive. A guy like that at my fucked up school won't last long without turning into one of the fuck boys.
"Same thing." My brothers best friend, Jeb says. "While you're busy talking, I just passed you all and now I'm in the lead so suck my ass."
"LANGUAGE!" Dylan's other friend screams. I don't remember his name but he's super weird, one of those kids who does weed in the bathroom.
I sigh and lean my head against my brothers shoulder. "Can you make dinner for me?" I beg.
"No way, I made it last night." He whines, not taking his eyes off the big TV. "Dads not coming home tonight so if you want to eat, make it yourself."
I sigh and get up from the couch. "Fine."
I get into the kitchen and start boiling water. I decide to make some pasta because it's quick and easy. I jump when I hear a sound behind me and when I turn around, I can see Harry leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at me.
"Can I help you with something?" I squeak.
A smile breaks out on his face. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you but I got bored of the game we're playing and since I'm hungry I figured you could use some help?"
I raise my eyebrow at him. "Uh ok."
Apparently when Harry said he would help, he meant he'd take over. I sat back and watched as he continuously stirred the pot, occasionally adding sprinkles of salt.
"So when did you move here?" I ask quietly, trying to make conversation.
"Last week." He says without turning around. "You're really quiet."
I roll my eyes. "I didn't know that, thanks." I mumble causing him to laugh.
Did I really just make an attractive guy laugh?
