he had it all.
he was also your typical cliche high school dream boy.
captain of the football team, smart, popular, most of all he was extremely attractive.
i on the other hand was just the boring black girl nobody liked, no sense of style and semi smart. i always kept up my hygiene, don't get it twisted. but i just never was one of those girls. i never had the collection of vans i wanted, my jeans never looked right on me, any pants for that matter, i don't have a big butt, i can't afford to shop at high end stores and my hair just never. ever. wants to be nice to me for once.
i envied those girls that grayson talked to, i wish i was them.
they were light and super gorgeous, popular and had money. i just wish.
it was second period, a boring audio and video technology class.
we were watching a movie on how some show was made or whatever, i wasn't into it. the desk next to me was empty so i always lied over it and took a nap lol.
someone knocked on the door, most likely a late student, i didn't care who so i just kept napping.
"sorry mr.lahey, for being late, they switched my period two class in here".
shit. i know that voice.
i immediately got up and looked to the door.
grayson freaking dolan.
"not a poblem dolan, have a seat next to (y/n)".
mr.lahey what the fuckk!!
"cool thanks", he smiled.
damn that smile.
i muttered a quick and quiet "sorry" and moved my things and head off his desk.
"it's alright", he smiled at me.
i was now suddenly interested in this movie, i was too scared to look at grayson, i had to act interested so i turned my attention to the screen.
a few minutes of me 'pretending' to watch the movie i felt a tap on my shoulder.
i turned around and looked at the heaven in front of me.
"sorry to interrupt but do you know what we're watching is about?"
"yeah, it's about how the show 'Lost' was made".
(a/n- we actually watched this today and it was pretty interesting").
"cool thanks".
i turned back to the movie, heart beating so fast. i just talked to grayson!
the movie ended and everyone packed their things to go to our next class.
"hey, what's your name?"
i looked at grayson and smiled
"y/n, i know who you are though, star quarter back grayson dolan".
*the bell rings*
he chuckles. "yeah i guess, if i'm honest i hate football, it's just my dad wants me to play so bad and i don't wanna let him down".
we walk.
"well, it's junior year, tell him how you feel it's your future and since you're so good you'll definitely get recruited with a scholarship".
he sighs. "yeah i just don't know what to say and how to say it".
i don't realize how many people are staring at us until we end up at my next class.
i smile. "i could help if you want?"
he smiles back. "yeah i'd love that, meet me at the library after school, i'll drive us to a starbucks?"
"sounds good!"
"cool, see you in a bit y/n", he smiles at me.
i smile back. "see you grayson".
shit. what just happened.
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hey loves, sorry i haven't updated in a bit. hope you enjoyed <3
