Mortals Meet Demigods/ One shots

Violet Falls

THANKS TO @SpringGem FOR THE PLOT!!!!! Also sorry for not updating in forever whoops. But I️ hope you enjoy this overdue story! (The characters were supposed to be shy and introverted whoops)

A little different. Not too happy but much fluff. So maybe triggering? It's not bad. (Anxiety attacks ish)

My face was tilted downwards as I rushed through the halls of my school. I slipped through unnoticed. As usual.

I wasn't the first in the classroom, which was odd. It was a guy.

His back was turned to me, talking to the teacher so I didn't really pay much attention. I sat down in my normal seat, arranging the books and materials I needed for that class and opened my book.

I had read about a page or so before I was interrupted by someone lightly tapping me on the shoulder.

"Sorry to bother you, can I sit here?"

It was the guy. He was looking down with a kind face which was framed by dark hair.

I smiled lightly, feeling my face heat up as I usually did when I had any interaction with other beings.

"Yeah, of course."

I hadn't really questioned the action, he was new and needed a seat. But there was a whole empty class of seats. I was too involved in my book to really notice or care.

Class started and I put my book away.

"Ok, class, as you can see, we have a new student." She was pointing to the boy next to me. "Grayson, would you please stand and give a small introduction."

He stood, hand fidgeting, eyes towards the floor.

"Hi everyone, my name is Grayson. Um, I'm not really interesting so..." He was awkward. Endearing.

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

The teacher continued talking, but my interest was for once, divided, staring at Grayson. He felt my eyes and looked over and saw me. He smiled brightly at me and heart clenched. Not again. This situation is too familiar. It's gonna end up the same way as last time. Screams. Tears. Broken heart.

My mind drifted to the past as a desperately tried to keep my hold on the present. Not again.

I wasn't in class anymore. I was there, in my room, crying as he screamed at me. The tears were never ending.

I felt something on my shoulder. I blinked.

"Hey, you okay?"

Greyson's grey eyes (Ha that was on accident) were full of concern and his voice was soft. I would understand, as whenever I drifted off, I would sit in a daze, a terrified look on my face. Sometimes silent tears would run down my face, but I'm lucky thats not the case today.

"Yeah, sorry. I don't know what happened." Lie. "It's never happened to me before." Another lie.

He looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. Greyson looked away but his hand drifted from my arm to my hand. Not in a romantic way, but a reassuring way as if he wanted to say, "I'm here. Don't worry."

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"GREYSON YOU LITTLE-"

I reached over and took a napkin from my backpack to wipe his spit off my arm

"You have taken a concerning liking to wiping your spit on my arm to annoy me." I glared at him accusingly.

His hands went up defensively. "Okay, okay, I'll stop."