Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Dumb Fuck // Grayson Dolan

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I sighed, mumbling to myself,

"This fucking homework." I slammed my math packet down, sighing. My boyfriend, Grayson, got up from his spot on the bed. He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders,

"Do you need help?" He kissed the top of my head. I nodded, glancing up at him,

"Please?" I scooted over. He shooed me out of the chair, sitting in it himself and motioning for me to sit in his lap. I did, grabbing my pencil. Grayson peered over my shoulder,

"Walk me through it. Out loud." He pointed to the problem I was having trouble with. I sighed,

"Grayson, I can't." My head started to hurt. He kissed my cheek,

"Yes, you can. For every problem you get right, you get a reward." He smirked against my skin. I smiled,

"What reward?!" I spun to face him, almost toppling over. He shook his head,

"The work Y/N." He pointed to the paper. I nodded,

"a squared plus b squared equals c when a is negative 10, b is positive 3, and c is negative 14. Plug and chug-" I smiled lightly. Grayson giggled behind me,

"No time for jokes." He wrapped his arms around my waist. I rolled my eyes,

"It's not a joke. That's what you do. You plug in the numbers and chug, meaning you solve the problem." I looked at him. He was turning red with laughter, his eyes watering,

"If you finish this work, I'll plug and chug you later."

~2 weeks later~

I had gotten my grade back, a whopping 35%. I threw the paper down on my desk, screaming,

"WHY AM I SO FUCKING DUMB?!" Tears streamed down my face. Grayson ran in the room,

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" He looked at my paper. I sobbed,

"I'm such a dumb fuck! I told you I couldn't do it!" I dropped into a chair, my breathing labored. I tried to take a deep breath, but the respiration came in short spurts. Grayson crouched in front of me,

"You have to calm down. You can't breathe. You're the smartest-" I sniffed, pointing an accusing finger at him,

"Don't. Fucking. LIE TO ME! YOU KNOW I'M FUCKING DUMB AND I HAVE A FUCKING GRADE TO PROVE IT!" I stood up, the force sending my chair flipping backwards. Grayson flinched,

"Please, calm down." He wrapped his hands around me affectionately. I fought it, still angry,

"I got a fucking 35%! How the hell am I going to fix that?!" I wanted to keep yelling, keep being angry, but I broke down. Everything relaxed and I sighed,

"Fuck." I let my head drop. Grayson hugged me against his chest, rubbing my back,

"Everything's going to be okay." He put his chin on top of my head. I felt tired and spent,

"Grayson, I got a 35%. I can't fix that. I'm gonna fail Math. I'm gonna fail the grade!" I looked into his hazel eyes. I licked my lips,

"Is dropping out of school an option? I mean, why get graded when I'm fucking dumb anyway?" I wiped my face. His eyes went wide,

"Definitely not. You are the smartest person I know and you're going to work hard to show that in school." He pressed his lips against mine. I dropped my eyebrows,

"What about Ethan? Isn't he smarter than me?" I smirked. Grayson shook his head,

"We both know he's a fucking dumbass."

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