🤍South Park Oneshots🤍

🎓Debate Me Again, Darling ~ Gregory x Reader🎓

A/N : This story was requested by @Msmysterious96! This story is definitely an experiment, so I hope y'all like it!

Background Song: Night Changes ~ One Direction 

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AUTHOR POV

A time to become your own person and bloom into your career. You graduated from South Park High with a full 20-year plan already in hand. Yeah, you were that prepared. Full-on Elle Woods era—minus the part where she changed her major for a man.

You chose Political Science, dead set on becoming the future mayor of South Park. Now in your junior year with a 4.1 GPA, you were practically untouchable. Lisa Simpson, who? Relationships? Not on your radar. You had men—and women—interested, sure, but you didn't pay them any mind. You had goals.

But then there was him. Same major. Same classes. Seemingly British, based on the sharp accent that sliced through lecture halls like a blade. Curly golden hair. Amber eyes. Attractive? Sure. But to you, he was just 'ight.

"Now, can anyone tell me who this is?" The professor gestures to the author of the article on the projector. Your hand shoots up. Lips parting—"Thomas Jefferson," a bold, booming voice cuts in first. Your head snaps toward the sound. Gregory. Fingers combing lazily through his golden curls, posture so casual it was insulting. "Correct, Gregory!" The professor beams. "Now explain the entire excerpt to the rest of the class."

'I know you're fuckin' lying. That man just interrupted me?! Where does he get off?'  You thought, as he was explaining the excerpt, British, cocky, just fulla' shit. Once he finally finished, he chuckled as the class was in awe of his intelligence. You rolled your eyes, already seeing through his personality.  Your eyes met, he flashes you a shit eating smile, a fire in your chest roaring. 

Now normally, people don't get under your skin. You were the definition of composure: poised, prepared, and unbothered. But Gregory? He clearly wasn't normal. He had this irritating confidence that filled every room before he even spoke. Like he knew he was good. Like he expected people to know it too. 

The class clapped lightly at his explanation. You didn't. Instead, you scribbled down the words "pretentious" and "needs humbling" in the corner of your notes just to feel better. 

As the professor moved on, you could feel Gregory glancing your way. It was that smug, sideways kind of look, the "I beat you to it" kind of look. So, naturally, you met his gaze head-on. No blinking. No smile. Just pure challenge. 

His smirk deepened, like he found your glaze amusing. Oh, you think this is a game? You thought, sitting up straighter. 

"Anything you would like to add on, Ms. (Y/n) (L/n)?" the professor added, noting your spark lightly burning. 

You smiled sweetly, a plan working itself as you prepare to speak. "Actually, yes. While Gregory's explanation was.... thorough"-you let the word drag - "he conveniently left out Jefferson's stance on natural rights, which is literally the foundation of the excerpt." 

The class let out a collective "ooooh", noticing a stand-off between you and Gregory, while his smile faltered for the first time. You could've sworn you heard him chuckle under his breath.