Just a little cracked, not broken.

Chapter 1

Ethan's POV
Grayson. Grayson Bailey. The school's most adorable, shy and innocent boy. I have always had an interest in the boy, but for some reason God has it that I am never there to help him from the bullying he gets during the school day. I have never had the chance to talk to him, sadly. I hear the countless rumors started about him. The kids who pick on him do it for many reasons most of which I will never understand. One reason is his stutter, due to his social anxiety he is nervous to talk to others and it causes him to stutter. Another reason is because he's smaller than everyone else. While most boys in our grade are 5'10" Grayson is 5'4". And the last major thing he gets made fun of for is the fact that he only has one friend. Alexis, no they are not dating, trust me I would know. Grayson is gay. Surprisingly no one makes fun of him for that. It's been rumored that his father is abusive towards Grayson because of his sexuality but no one knows for sure.
Okay so you're probably wondering who I am, well be prepared to be amazed (not). I'm Ethan Dolan, I'm a 17 year old senior from South County High. I am what you would consider a "bad boy", I skip classes, don't do homework, talk back ya da ya da ya da. I'm kind of popular. I mean I have a big group of friends but I only hangout with two, Nate and Alex. I am also outted, meaning I am openly gay. My family 100% supports it which makes me happy.
Grayson's POV
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
Oh Monday's don't you just love them? Just kidding who the hell loves Monday's? I don't want to get out of bed, I don't want to leave my room, I don't want to see my dad, and I most definitely do not want to go to school. But sadly I have to go to school, so I quickly get ready so I can go to the library before first Bell. I throw on a red crop top with ripped jeans and black converse and run out the door of my room grabbing my bag.
"GRAYSON YOU BETTER BE GETTING READY BECAUSE I AM NOT GIVING YOU A FUCKING EXCUSE TO BE LATE" my dad yells. Ever since I came out my dad has been a abusive prick. I quickly run past him and out the door, skipping breakfast. The only good thing about school is Ethan Dolan. The boy I have a crush on. He's amazing but he probably doesn't notice me. If you're not making fun of me then you don't know I exist, honestly that's how it goes. My anxiety causes problems with my speaking so people bully me. For that and many other reasons. I turn on my music listening to the most amazing song ever "Trust Fund Baby" by Why Don't We. I slowly approach the school seeing that I won't make it to the library before first Bell I quickly run to my locker to grab my stuff for math.
"Hey Gra-gra-gra-Grayson"
Oh boy. It's Kyle and his group of dicks. This is how I start my mornings. Okay Grayson you can do it just don't stutter you got this.
"Hi Gu-Guys" Dammit
"Wow Grayson you to stupid to even say hi to us without st-st-st-stuttering" one of the dicks say to me, while Kyle throws my books to the ground. I slowly put my head down not making eye contact. I feel hands on me as I'm shoved into the lockers behind me. I feel hands rain down on me I slowly slide to the floor covering my head with my arms trying to protect myself.
"You can't even-"
"HEY GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!"
Ethan's POV
Today is the day I'm going to talk to Grayson. I feel it. I slowly waltz into the school and turn the corner towards the lockers and I see the worst sight possible. Grayson being thrown around by a group of dick bags. I drop my stuff and run over yelling
"HEY GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!"
Everyone stopped. No one breathed. Everyone looked at me. I was the first person to ever stand up for Grayson.
"What did you say?" Kyle says
"Just leave him alone" I pleaded looking at Grayson's shaking figure.
"Yeah whatever, loser" he sends one last kick to Grayson's ribs before him and his rag tag group of friends storm off down the hall. I run over to Grayson, who still had his hands wrapped around his head shaking.
"Gray. Hey Grayson look at me you're okay" I reasoned with the boy. He looks up at me with tears running down his face.
"Tha-thank you" was all he said. Then he leaned towards me and stuffed his face in my chest and started to quietly sob. I couldn't let the entire school see him break down so I picked him up and carried him to the nearby woods and sat us down by a log and let him cry until he was ready to talk...

This is my first GRETHAN story. I'm in love with other grethan one shots and decided to give it a try. I doubt this is any good but if you have any ideas or constructive criticism feel free to message me. I really hope you enjoy...
Peace✌🏼💕