The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 3

Axel's POV.

On Monday night, I get a text from Grace whilst I'm in the middle of doing some homework.

She said yes!!

I smile and send a response.

How did you get her to agree to it I can't imagine you convince her the same way you convince me…

Her reply is instant.

Ew! That's gross. I played the new girl card. Told her I wouldn't be cool or accepted if I didn't go to the party

I smirk at her manipulation technique.

Wow, manipulation Strawberries. Who knew you had it in you

A few minutes later, my phone buzzes with her reply.

I've got a lot of things in me that you don't know about Axel Archer.

I grin as I reply.

That sounds dirty. I like it.

I haven't even put my phone down before his reply comes through.

Haha! It did, didn't it I liked it, too. Hopefully, they'll be something of yours in me soon…

Shit

Sorry!!

I had a packet of sweets when I got in and the sugar has gone to my head. On a bit of a Haribo high.

I chuckle as I read the panicked texts as they come through. My little mate obviously had a moment of boldness and is regretting it.

It's okay, Strawberries. Glad I'm not there for the comedown.

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Tuesday morning, Grace and I sit together in our first period, math.

No one has come up and directly asked me yet, but it seems to be common knowledge that Grace, and I are a thing.

The stares have stopped a bit, although some people are always nosy. But I notice that a lot fewer girls flirt with me now.

Not that I talked to loads anyway, but usually, some would come up and strike a conversation. None do now, and I'm pretty sure the fact that Grace and I are almost glued at the hip, has something to do with it.

I don't mind one bit.

Miss Mooney is in the middle of describing some theorem, when Grace pokes my arm.

'Yes, Strawberries' I respond quietly.

She smiles at the nickname and then frowns with seriousness.

Oh shit, what have I done

'What do the girls at this school wear to house parties' She whispers her question.

I frown back at her, completely confused. 'What'

'What do they wear Is it dresses and heels or casual jeans kinda thing'

I scrunch up my nose. 'I don't know. Why'

'Because I don't know what to wear on Friday! Come on, you must have been to a ton of parties, you're part of the popular group. What do they wear'

I shrug uselessly. 'I really couldn't tell you, Grace.'

She scoffs. 'You're a straight guy. You check girls out all the time. You must remember them either wearing jeans or dresses. Were their legs covered or not'

'Believe it or not, Grace, but the moment you entered my life, every other girl and the memory of them left. I have no idea. Can't you ask Aurora this kind of stuff'

Her cheeks flush at my unintended compliment and she smiles at me.

'Sure, I'll ask her,' she replies absentmindedly.

When I glance over at her, she's still smiling. It seems she was quite pleased with my answer.

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After math, I have to leave Grace and go to P.E. I don't mind so much, mainly because I need to relieve some pent—up tension.

The rest of the lesson, thanks to Grace's question, I had images of her in short dresses in my head.