During gym tomorrow you and Grayson run together. He holds your hand and you get some glares from other girls as they run by. Grayson notices that they make you a little uncomfortable. "Ignore them babe" Grayson comforts you. Oh what you would do to be at home cuddling with Grayson than at school get glared at by jealous girls. After school Grayson has practice so he can't come over right away. You plop on your bed with your phone and some cheese curls. You get a text from a blocked number. "You're gross and ugly and he doesn't even like you. Back the fuck off." What the fuck? "Who is this?" you respond but there's no answer. You're shaking what the hell is going on. You call Grayson but he's still at practice. You already don't have superior self esteem and this is really shaking you up. By the time Grayson gets off practice and is on his way over you're sobbing. You let Grayson in trying to wipe the tears off your face. "Oh my god y/n what's wrong?" You show him the text and he's furious. The number is untraceable and there's nothing he can do which you can tell is making him even angrier. He's pacing back and forth and it looks like he's about to punch a wall. He calms down realizing that you need him to be comforting right now. He grabs a tissue and dabs at the tears on your face. "Y/n you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I love you more than anything. If you ever 'backed off' it would ruin me. It kills me to see you like this." You're sitting in his lap on your bed with his arms wrapped around you. Just him being there makes you feel so much better. He kisses the back of your neck and your tears slowly stop. "Grayson you are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
