Two groups of friends. One group consists of city girls. The other group consists of football boys. Both going into their second year of college at NYU, but that is where their similarities end... or at least that's what they think.
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I honestly have no idea what I'm doing. Before whatever that was, I was set on being annoyed at Grayson Thompson for a while. But I somehow ended up calling him by his last name. That's such a bookish thing to do. What's an even more bookish thing is being called "dream girl". That's what happens in the romance novels I read, or in cheesy rom coms. But I can't say that I didn't like it. While I'm changing, multiple thoughts race through my head. Oh my god, I can't believe I'm getting food with Grayson Thompson. It's just food though, right? Then why did he call me dream girl? Should I wear makeup? I'm gonna wear makeup. Not for him, for me. Never mind, I'm not going to wear makeup. And my thoughts keep going on and on, until I come up with a conclusion. Don't get played by Grayson Thompson.
I walk out of the change room, ready to take on whatever it was that I agreed to. The moment I exit the change room, I see Grayson Thompson leaned against the wall in front of the change rooms. He looks up, and chuckles. "You're really dressing up, huh?" I look at my sweats and graphic tee that I changed into. I cross my arms. "I'll only eat with you if you don't remind me you're you." "But banter is fun." Grayson Thompson says, starting to walk towards the gym exit. I follow him, while doing a mental check to make sure I have everything. But then something pops into my head. "One question. Where am I gonna put my stuff?" I ask. "I drove." I raise an eyebrow. "But the gym's so close." I say. "Oh dream girl, when are you going to stop judging me?" I don't know what to say after I hear that nickname for the second time this evening, so I just follow Grayson Thompson to his car. When we get to his car, he opens the door. "Thank you Thompson." Great, this last name thing is becoming a habit for me. He starts driving, then asks me if I want the aux. "Only if you don't judge my music taste." "Hey, if you judge me, I can judge you." "What are we? The judging duo?" "That's lame. JD sounds cooler." I roll my eyes. "Lame? What are you? Five? Also, let me be crystal clear. This isn't a thing." "You sound pretty judgy, and did you just hear that? I was judgy. JD is a thing." "Whatever."
I put on my "city drive" playlist, and the first song is Welcome To New York by Taylor Swift. "Wow, surprise, surprise." I roll my eyes. "Taylor Swift is a mastermind. You can't prove me wrong." "I have nothing against her or her music. It's just not my thing." I glance at Grayson Thompson, and laugh. "What?" He asks. "Grayson Thompson. I will make you a swiftie by the end of tonight." I queue a few Taylor Swift songs I think are masterpieces, even though they all are.
We get to the restaurant Grayson Thompson chose. I get out of the car and follow Grayson Thompson to the entrance. Wow, this place is definitely fancy. I instantly start feeling more self conscious about my outfit. Then I feel Grayson Thompson's hand on my back. "Don't worry, you look great." I hate to admit it, but I'm too flustered to think of a comeback, so I just continue walking towards the entrance.
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Author's Note: And I'm back!!! I'm finally not busy, so I can continue this. Also, thank you so much for 3k reads! That's crazy!!! I hope you liked this chapter! Thanks for reading <3
