Chapter One

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• All I ever wanted    Chapter Five

  I stare at him, feeling numb. What was he doing here? He can't be Shelia's son, can he? Gray? Grayson? Was Gray, Grayson? Ha! This has to be a joke. Where's the camera, people?All hopes are shattered when Shelia comes up behind me to see what's taking me so long. "Oh! Grayson, come in," She smiles and he walks in leaving me standing there all alone. Contrary to my surprised demeanor, Gray looks calm and collect. Almost as if he was expecting this. This douche. He knew!

• All I ever wanted    Chapter Four

  I woke up Friday morning way excited than usual. Shelia and her kids were moving in this evening and Dad and I couldn't be more excited. We lived in a five bedroom house which was just perfect. Dad was gonna share his master bedroom with Shelia, while her kids each got their own rooms.I had their rooms cleaned and redesigned during the weekend. Although, being an only child had it's perks It was also really boring having to watch my favorite reality shows with Dad. This man falls asleep 10

• All I ever wanted    Chapter Three

  I stare at my reflection for the third time this night. I was wearing a pink crop top and blue mom jeans with my Nike airforce1. I never really cared much about my appearance to these things but Luca and Gray were going to be there. Not like I cared about Gray though. I grab my Louis Vuitton bag and head out the door before I could convince myself to change into an uncomfortable gown in an attempt to look sexy.By the time I get to Lily's house. The party was in full swing and there were at least 100 people across the lawn, red solo cups sprawled everywhere.

• All I ever wanted    Chapter Two

  "Thank you, Zyair for that warm welcome but please take your seat. Mr. David is still here," Mr Ben announces dryly and Zyair drags Gray over to where he was seated."Scram," he says to the guy who had been sitting next to him, making me roll my eyes in disgust.

• All I ever wanted    Chapter One

  Dove's POV"Dad," I yell, tapping my perfectly manicured fingers on the table impatiently. This has been going on forever. My dad literally takes way more time than the average female getting ready every morning."Dad, I'm really going to be late," I yell again,glancing at my watch to check the time. I honestly don't blame him. I blame my inability to drive and lack of friends.