The Night School [GxG] [First Draft Edition]

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Confession

"I am going to respect your desire to not talk about her now because I can see that there is something I'm not aware of. However, I do intend to have a full conversation with you about her at some point once you'd be comfortable. For now, I will let it go." She stated in a way that mirrored the apathetic tone of analysis I often used.

"Thank you." I replied despite myself. God, I guess the brunette human really had begun to turn me soft. Not that it was good or bad of her. But she had done it.

"Do you honestly think you have feelings for Grace?" She asked abruptly.

"Undoubtedly." I was proud of the confidence and ease of the statement. It made me warm to think that if Grace had heard me, she'd've smiled at the confession.

"That's good because you do." She shrugged, leaving her car and me in a confused but not really bothered mindset.

I, sighing at the antics of the older girl, got out of her car and followed her to the doors of the shop, where she was holding the door open for me and casually checking her phone with this loving smile written across her face. I instantly knew she was texting Marley, and I wondered if I was the same way when I texted Grace. I did feel my lips tug into a small smile at the thought of her. Her scent. Her eyes. Her body. I craved her.

"Jesus, Hazel, control yourself." Micha snickered rather rudely, shorting and cringing. I frowned at her and ignored the remark. She stuffed her phone back in her pocket just as I was taking mine out. I opened up messages and went into my messages with Grace, thumbs poised but still because I had literally no idea what to say to her. I wanted to call her name just to hear her- er, read her voice.

Me: Grace?

"Hazel, what do you want?" Micha stated boredly. "Wait, let me guess." She leaned in close to me, her face right above my shoulder, making me fear she'd invade my space further, making me recoil. "Tea?" She ignored my discontentment with her closeness, shrugging.

"Chai latte." I muttered, eyes flickering to my phone in anticipation for Grace's reply.

Grace: Hey :) What's up?

My heart skipped a beat (or few) when I read the message she'd sent me. How did something so simple make me want to run to her and bring her impossibly close to me?

Me: Out with Micha... I'd rather be with you. I miss you.

Grace: Me too, Zel. I'll see you tomorrow though, right? School?

Me: Of course, babe.

I decided I'd leave the pet name because she tended to do the same to me, so I was interested in her potential reaction to my saying it.

Grace: Zel, omg you're so cute <3 can I um like face time you later? I just miss you like you wouldn't belive...

Grace: **Believe

Grace: Ugh I gtg Marley's annoying me... Ily, K? ttyl?

Hazel: Translation?

Grace: Lol, I love you, baby. I'll talk to you later, K?

Me: Okay

I almost told her I loved her, just out of habit because it's what I did when Megan told me she loved me. But I don't think I was in love with her, or if I was, I didn't know it, and I wanted to know it before I said anything. I did, however, know I missed her. I missed everything. I missed the sweetness of her lips, the divine flavor of her skin, how soft she was, how she sounded when she laughed or moaned.