Bad Boy's Protection
It was weird to say the least.
Word got around that Devon was involved in Grayson being shot and a lot of people were asking if he was okay. He hated the attention.
"How could you still get more points than me?!" I asked, staring dumbfounded at the TV screen.
"Talent," Grayson said with a smile. We were playing Call of Duty and were killing some zombies, yet Grayson scored way more points than me. His arm was in a sling, so he had to hold his control to the side, which was quite difficult in my opinion. "I told you I would score higher than you. Now, I believe you owe me something." He tapped his pointer finger on his cheek. I sighed, leaning forward to give him a kiss on his cheek. However,
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