Sophomore year
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"Hey cutie, mind if I walk you to class?" I slam my locker door shut. "No thanks Grayson. I'm sure I can get there just fine without you." I say eyeing the schools biggest man whore. "Oh cmon princess don't be like that, I'm walking you to class." I roll my eyes again. "Ok fine you wanna walk me to class? Let's go. I walk in front of Grayson and he grabs ahold of my hand in the process. We walk a total of 5 steps and we're standing in front of my home room. I turn around facing Grayson's confused and shocked face. "Bye Grayson." I pull my hand away from his and walk into the classroom. As soon as I sit down, I hear his voice again. "Hey. Lilly, let me walk you to class." I roll my eyes. That's Grayson Dolan for you.
Senior year
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Its the very first Day of senior year and I was already tired of this hell hole. The classes are boring, the food is awful, all I can do is put my headphones in and be grateful that it was my senior year. And I would never have to experience coming back here again. The worst thing about high school is the people. I had gone to school with most of these people my whole life and they've never changed. Zuri Montgomery has been too cool for anyone since she was 5 years old and to be able to talk to her for even five seconds with opportunity of a lifetime.
And then of course there was Grayson Dolan. The captain of the football team, straight A student and absolute douchebag. When Grayson was in 3rd grade, he found out that Nataly Porter had a crush on him. Grayson of course used this to his advantage and basically made Nataly his slave for all of 3rd grade. That is, until her and her family moved away to the next school district and Grayson was left to find a new personal pet. Grayson Bailey Dolan had been using girls for his own personal pleasure ever since. I had made it my life goal to stay away from Grayson after freshmen year. I had had quite the crush on him until he sent everyone on the football team Alexa Samuel's nudes. And after that incident, I learned it was best to stay away from Grayson Dolan and his tricky mind games
The final bell rings causing me to jump out of my chair. Only 9 more months of this and I would be free. I get to my locker and begin to put in the new locker combination. "Y/N Y/L/N, how are you?" I slightly close my locker door to see who is standing behind it. Grayson Dolan stands there with a wide smile on his face. He looks pretty much the same as he his last year, except for the gain of muscle, growth in height, and he had a better haircut, and all over grown up look. Ok fine, he had gotten hotter over the summer, which meant over half of the girls in the school were drooling just looking at him right now.
I take my bag from the small locker and shut the door. "Grayson, I'm fine. Not that you care." I send him and overly sarcastic smile but his smile only grows wider. I stand there facing him excepting some pick up line but he only stands there, smiling like a lunatic. "Ok, well, I'm going to go now so..." I start walking down the hall towards the parking lot. "Wait!" A strong arm grips my wrist from behind. "W-would you mind I-If maybe I walked you to your c-car?" Grayson slips his hand from my wrists to my fingers as he starts to draw small shapes with his thumb. This is not the Grayson Dolan I grew up with. He was acting different. A strange different and I didn't like it. "Look Grayson, I don't know what kind of game your playing, but I'm not falling for it. I see the way you treat girls and I'm not going to be one of your little many flings who follow you around like a lost puppy. So if you'll excuse me." I rip my hand away from his grasp and start making my way towards my car.
I glance back at Grayson fully expecting him to have walked away and already be taking to a new girl. But he stand there, where I left him, with a disappointed look on his face. He scrunches his eyebrows and shoves his hands in his pockets, kicking a rock that was on the ground. He makes it seem like he actually cares, but I know he doesn't. Grayson hadn't changed since third grade and I doubt he was going to now. I grab the car keys from my backpack as I approach my old car. Just as I open the door, a hand comes from behind me, closing it again. "Look" I here from behind me. I turn around to see Grayson out of breathe from running and with a determined look on his face.
