thamana's pov :
my eyebrows furrow in confusion and i glare at the piece of paper on my desk.
i sigh deeply and get up from my seat, throwing away the note into the garbage can. once i turn back around, grayson was glaring at me and he points at the garbage can behind me.
i blush a dark red in embarrassment and quickly walk back to my desk, ignoring grayson.
"hey, you ok?" aria asks
"uhhh ya. i'll tell you later."
she smiles and focuses her attention back on the board.
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aria and i grab our backpacks as the sound of the bell fades away. i turn around for a quick second, seeing her pack up before me and she stands next to me, smiling and shuffling her feet.
"i'm gonna go get a snack from the vending machine. do you want anything?" she asks
"no i'm good. thanks though."
"oh ok. i'll meet you at my locker then." she smiles, walking out the door
i give her a thumbs up and turn back around shoving my notebook and pencil into my backpack.
"see you tomorrow ms. smith!" i smile, walking towards the door
"see you tomorrow hun." she smiles back
as i try to dodge all the people in the hallway a large and muscular hand grabs my wrist, dragging me into a dark room.
"what is your-"
my eyebrows furrow as i get a whiff of the familiar smell of pine sol.
"grayson, what do you want?" i sigh
"wow. you knew who it was?" he chuckles lowly
"who else would bring me into the janitor's closet when you, yourself, asked me to meet you here?" i say
"true. but why weren't you gonna show up?" he smirks
"this is such a high school cliche." i mutter
"hm?" he asks, stepping closer to me
"g-grayson i have to get to class." i whisper
"no. i think that can wait." he says, putting his index finger beneath my chin making me meet his gaze
"answer my question." he demands
"what question?" i ask, playing dumb
"stop doing that. you already know the question." he chuckles
"you really want to know?" i ask
"yes." he replies
"all the girls in this school act like you and ethan own this school. i don't know. i just don't see what they see."
i feel as his hand slides off my chin and he steps back, running his hands through his hair.
"grayson. look, i didn't mean to-"
"no it's fine. you're right. look. we should get to class." he says hurriedly, storming out the door
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innocent | g.d. (rewriting )
Fanfictionshe was just an 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 girl who lived up to her parent's expectations. but what happens when she has to tutor the all-star, highschool football player of the school?
