บททั้งหมดของ The Daleton Boys : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Juniper I spent the whole day angry and ignoring Grayson. I was fucking mad at how he handled what happened between us this morning in his car. Immediately he dropped us off at school, I stormed out of his car, not waiting to hear whatever shit he had to say this time. I was done! His confusing attitude was seriously starting to piss me off. I was currently changing into my gym clothes in the girls locker room when all of a sudden I heard the door open. Looking to see who it was that came in, my eyes locked in to see Grayson. He stood tall and handsome in front of me with a blank look on his face. I watched him lock the door as I heard the latch close, as my heart thudded widely in my chest at his sudden presence. It was just the both of us in the room and I feared for what might happen. “What’re you doing here Grayson? This is the girls locker room” I stated giving him a scowl. “We need to talk” he replied simply. “Talk about what exactly?” I huffed as I turned away from him

Juniper Grayson’s grip on my hand was like steel, his whole body wound tight beside me. I could practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves, the way his jaw clenched, the sharpness in his eyes. And Archer… he was watching me like he wanted to see me crack. Like he wanted me to slip and reveal everything. I couldn’t let that happen. Not here. Not like this. “Gray,” I whispered again, leaning closer to him, desperate to pull his focus back to me. My free hand touched his arm lightly, tracing up the sleeve of his shirt. “Don’t. He’s just trying to get to you.” He didn’t answer, his gaze still locked on Archer, but his grip on me eased just slightly under the table. I swallowed, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “Please, don’t make a scene. I’m with you. No one else. You, Grayson.” Finally, his eyes flicked down to mine, stormy and searching, like he was trying to see if I was lying. I held his gaze, forcing myself not to flinch, even though my chest was pounding so

Juniper The library smelled of old paper and lemon polish, quiet except for the scratch of pens and the occasional shuffle of pages. Midterms had everyone buried in books, myself included. But no matter how hard I stared at the notes in front of me, the words blurred together. Because my mind wasn’t on history dates or formulas. It was on Archer. And Grayson. “Earth to Juniper,” Jasmine whispered, snapping her fingers in front of my face. Her braids swung as she tilted her head, giving me that look — the one that said she wasn’t fooled. “You’re not even here right now. Spill.” I groaned softly, dropping my pen. “I can’t, Jas. It’s… complicated.” Her brows lifted. “Complicated as in you’re caught between the two hottest Daleton boys and don’t know which one to choose? Yeah, sounds real complicated.” I shot her a look, but my cheeks burned anyway. “It’s not like that.” “Juniper,” she said firmly, leaning in. “They’re both circling you like wolves. Grayson with his dark, broodin

Grayson The lounge was quieter than usual, a low hum of voices blending with the faint crackle of the fireplace. I was halfway through answering a text from my father when her perfume hit me — sharp, sweet, and suffocating. “Gray.” My jaw tightened before I even looked up. Ciara. She stood there like she owned the place, hair perfect, lips painted that same shade of red she used to wear when she wanted me distracted. I hadn’t seen her in weeks, not since I caught her tangled up with some other guy in the back of her car. “What do you want?” I asked flatly, already irritated. She tilted her head, fake innocence dripping off her voice. “Just checking in. You’ve been… busy. With her.” Juniper. She didn’t even have to say her name. The venom in her tone was enough. I slipped my phone into my pocket and stood, towering over her. “If you came here to run your mouth, don’t. I don’t have the patience.” But Ciara only smirked, stepping closer. “Funny, you look like a man who’s about t

Juniper The hallway was nearly empty, the echo of slamming lockers and rushed footsteps fading as most students headed home. My own locker door creaked as I shoved my books inside, hands trembling too much to fit them neatly. My chest still felt raw, like my heart had been scraped open, and no amount of Jasmine’s soft words seemed to ease the sting. “Juni…” Jasmine said gently, her hand brushing my shoulder. “Grayson’s just… angry. He’ll come around, you know that.” I shook my head, biting my lip until it hurt. “You didn’t see his face, Jas. He looked at me like I betrayed him. Like I wasn’t—” My voice cracked, and I slammed my locker shut before I could completely fall apart. “Like I wasn’t his anymore.” Before Jasmine could respond, a sharp, cruel laugh cut through the hall. “Well, well,” Ciara’s voice drawled, every syllable dripping with venom. “Look who’s been knocked off her pedestal.” I froze, my spine stiffening as she sauntered up, arms folded, her perfect hair swaying