Avannah's POV.
10 years later...
"Gray, what’s going on? Where have you been? And what’s this I’m hearing from your teacher—that you got into a fight at school? With a girl, no less?" I asked, looking at my handsome but mischievous son.
He crossed his arms and plopped down in front of me, looking slightly defiant. I guessed he had been at our neighbor’s house again, playing video games with his young friend.
"Well… it’s because, Mom… she’s so flirty," he said, frowning.
My eyes widened. "Flirty? Gray! That’s… quite a thing to say. Why would you say that?"
He threw his hands up in frustration. "Mom, come on! We’re still kids, right? I’m only ten years old, but it feels like so many girls are trying to get my attention. Girls my age, even older ones… they’re all so… flirty! It annoys m
