HIM & I. [COMPLETED]

ONE.

Do not judge Grayson,or Naya.
Live, and imagine every
situation, maybe you won't
get the same feelings, but maybe you'll love each, and every feeling, admitted, or denied.
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Meet Naya; the quietest 17 year old girl, she is her parent's only angel, she is flawless; blue eyes, long blonde hair, beautiful smile.
The ultimate definition of perfection in one small body, but people can change overnight.
When the sudden financial crisis kept increasing, one day her dad decided to sell the house, and didn't tell her, because he knew it would have a huge impact on her.
The night before they moved out her mother told her that the house is no longer one of their properties, that's when she paused her good luck.
She treasured their old house, it was everything to her, memories from birth to growing up in a beautiful small palace is to die for, to her. She didn't like it at all, and never thought of getting to such a low level in her perfect life.
Now she changed, a lot; she started to hate her parents, because they did nothing to keep the house, and forced her to move to another school, too. And for sure it's not easy; new house, and school at the same time, it stings.

Now, Grayson, he's also his parent's only son, but let's say that he's not their favorite, because everything about him is just bad.
Write down; bad attitude, bad behavior, low grades, not a single good deed, brings different girls each night to his house, and specifically his room, brings nothing, but shame to his family.
He is the ultimate definition of disappointment, and the bad boy in the opposite house.
Sometimes one person can make you turn your entire life upside down for them, in just one night.
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MIDNIGHT:
NAYA'S PERSPECTIVE:

"Naya, I'm tired I can't anymore, you bring the last box, it's in the backseat. Goodnight", my dad says, yawning nonstop.
"Yeah--sure, bye", I put my hair in a messy bun, because I'm also tired, and I can't anymore. He should've done everything alone by himself, he is the one who sold the house.
The midnight cold breeze sent a shiver through my entire body.
Today was unexpected, and tiresome; boxes everywhere, dirty footprints all over the floor, our cars were full of boxes, too. And now I'm carrying the last box, and finally I'll sleep after a long exhausting day.
Suddenly I hear someone stepping up behind me. Adrenaline rushed inside my veins, I drop the box, and turn around as fast as a lightning.

"Whoa, chill, pretty lady", a boy holds his hands up in surrender in front of me. He smiles to make me feel a little less tense.
"Who are you?", I glare at him, I'm sure he thinks that I'm a psychopath; my eyes are red, and puffy, my hair is in the messiest bun ever, my clothes are dirty, my vans lace is untied. Basically everything is wrong with me at this moment.
"So, you're new here as I can see", he looks behind me at the box that I just dropped. The problem is that I've been staring at him, I can't stop. Is this creation made by god himself?.
I wanted to kneel down on the floor, and thank god for this well-sculptured boy; I don't know exactly what's the color of his eyes because of the darkness, but I'm sure they're colorful, but what color?, god knows. The beaming street light is giving me what I needed after this terrible day. He is tall, and handsome, his smile can light up the darkest midnight, the stylish dangling earring in his ear, his hair is trimmed, and messy at the same time, white hoodie, black pants, and a converse.
My night couldn't get any better.

"Are you done?", he asks, pulling me back to our cruel reality.
"Done with what?", I ask back, he smiles, and looks away for a second, then comes closer to my ear.
"You've been staring for a long while, I'm afraid it will hurt you", he whispers seductively.
What is a goosebumps feeling?.
What does the word 'shiver' mean?.
I take a step back, and carry the box, again. I look at him from head to toe, and back up, as if I'm disgusted.
Why girls always play hard to get?.
"I didn't stare, and if I did, why would it hurt?", I ask sarcastically, totally denying.
"Because I'm too hot?", he smirks, and steps closer, he didn't think twice about his answer, as if his ears have been waiting for me to ask him, so he could spit the words out of his mouth directly after, he didn't even struggle to think. How can he be so confident?.