new girl • g.d.

∘two

∘iris

"You're going to have to talk eventually." he says, scooting closer to me. I shoot a glare at him and scoot further. He begins to move closer, but I look at him;

"I will blow my rape whistle." I threaten and he looks at me,

"You could but nobody would hear you."

"You sound like a fucking creep." I groan, grabbing my phone. Still no service, "You sure you don't have service?"

"I don't get service anywhere in this shitty school, neither of us will get service in the damn elevator." He says, tracing circles on the floor with his finger, "So, 'No', will you tell me your real name now?"

"Why do you want to know it?"

"Well, we are trapped in this elevator for God knows how long, so I figured a little small talk may not be the worst thing." he shrugs and I lean my head back. It's silent for a few minutes, he doesn't talk and neither do I. But of course, my stomach growls loudly, skipping lunch was definitely a bad idea. "Hungry?"

"Shut up." I say, and he reaches in his pocket, grabbing out a piece of gum. I look at him as he hands it to me,

"Watermelon."

"Thanks." I smile gently and take it. I quickly unwrap the piece of gum and put it in my mouth. It's not food I can actually swallow and get into my stomach, but it'll do. I check my phone again and sigh,

"Checking your phone every minute won't make you get service." he says and I look over, "Let's play something. Um...20 questions?"

"Yeah." I scoff, "To give you an excuse to find out crap about me and use it against me or blackmail me so I'll sleep with you or date you."

"One, no. Im just bored and want to play something. Two, what secrets are you hiding?"

"Ugh, just go." I give in and he smiles,

"Where'd you come from?"

"Seattle." I answer, "You?"

"New Jersey, I want to move to California, though." he says, "Have you had a boyfriend?"

"One, Im just wondering if I dare ask you how many girls you've humped and dumped." I say and he looks down, "When's your birthday?"

"December sixteenth." he answers and I nod, "Yours?"

"November eleventh."

"I love November, you get to eat a shit ton of food."

"Fun." I say and he looks at me,

"You look really good in that shirt." he compliments and I scoff, shaking my head. "What?"

"You're trying to reel me in. I am not interested, I'm just telling you now so you'll stop before you get ahead of yourself and piss me off."

"Im just saying you look really good and it would be nice to date you but guess not."

"I could have the shittiest personality." I look at him, "All you care about is the looks."

"That's not true." he looks over to me,

"If I was ugly, would you be talking to me right now?" I ask and he looks in my eyes, his eyebrows raised, "It's not just you, it's all guys. If we don't have a pretty face, big boobs and a big ass it's a deal breaker."

"No girl is ugly, they're all beautiful in their own way..." he says quietly,

"I know that," I say, "But half the population of this world doesn't and neither do you."

"You wanna know why i go to the new girls? They don't know about the label I've been given." he looks at me, "but someone ends up telling them and I get stuck with the fuckboy image even though I haven't done anything to anyone. Why I have it is because last year there was a new girl and yeah we got together because I really liked her, but she cheated on me and got with another dude but said I cheated on her. Somehow, I got the fuckboy image and I only could talk to the new girls before someone ruins it for me. I don't care if one them is prettier than the one before. I don't give a fuck about the looks. Every time a new girl walks through those doors, it gives me a new beginning and a new opportunity to prove that I'm good enough and I'm worthy enough to be someone's boyfriend and to be loved by someone. Just because I have the fuckboy image doesn't mean I am one, just because people assume I'll just fuck them and then screw them over doesn't mean I will. It hurts me that people actually of me like that, and it hurts knowing I have no chance of an actual relationship until I get out of this damn town."

"Iris..." I say after a minute, "Is my name."

"Iris..." he repeats quietly,

"I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions and judged you way too quickly, but when I hear it from your twin brother and sister, what else would I think?"

"They don't know the real stuff because I hide it. I can't talk to Cam about this stuff and it kills not being able to tell Ethan because he won't believe me. None of my friends take anything seriously." he says, "It tears me apart every single day and nobody sees it or listens." 

"Well," I begin, "I'm listening."

"Well, for starters, I didn't steal this key from the last new girl. I tore my ACL a few weeks ago during football. I don't need the crutches anymore, but I still can't go up the stairs." he lifts up his pants and reveals the brace around his knee.

"Yeah, sorry about everything."

"I would've acted like you did if I heard what you heard, too."

I grab my phone and check the time. It's been an hour and a half, how has no one found us? Grayson checks his phone, then places it on his lap. "So, wh--"

Suddenly, his phone goes off and he gets a notification. He quickly reaches for his phone but I grab it and see he has full reception. "Have you had service the entire time?!"

"No, not the entire time." he says and I stand up,

"You kept me trapped in this damn elevator, hungry and sweating and in the dark, making me miss three classes on my first day!" I exclaim, "You're a liar, you really are a fuckboy, aren't you? You just tricked me into believing that stupid story."

"I had service for thirty minutes!" he argues, "And I didn't text or call anyone because I wanted to open up to you before they could get here!"

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