imagines | d.t

diary [g.d]

dear diary,
i hope grayson and i talk today. we haven't talked in two days since we last hung out during lunch. my heart just bursts when i'm with him and it sucks knowing i won't ever tell him how i feel because he won't feel the same way. i wish we could be more than friends. i also hope he wears his turquoise sweatshirt today, he looks so good in it that it drives me insane. i have to go to school now, bye.

you hear the bus honk outside of your home, and this time you were ready and dressed ahead of time so you had enough time to write in your diary.

from experience, you knew not to leave writing in your diary to the last minute since it results in you missing the school bus.

you quickly left your diary on the bed, along with your school planner, and rushed to go downstairs and zip your bag.

"mom, can you please get me my school planner?" you call out to your mom, grabbing an apple then washing it.

after a minute, your mom appears on the stairway with a book in her hands. you quickly take it, rushing to go to the bus, not bothering to check if it was the right one.

"thanks mom, love you." you give your mom a kiss on the cheek before shoving the book in between your binders and folders then rush out to the bus.

you ran out to the bus, greeting the bus driver before taking your usual seat. you pull out your airpods and plug them into your ears, playing some y/f/s songs since he was your favorite singer.

your diary stays warmly tucked into your bag, and unluckily for you, loosens up from its position making it slide around.

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the bell rang just as you set foot off the bus, startling you.

you quickly rush towards your locker, seeing grayson just beginning to close his locker that was just beside yours.

"hi." you greet breathlessly, making the boy turn to you and laugh at your red cheeks and breathless state.

grayson rests a hand on your shoulder, a small wheeze leaving his mouth making your heart flutter, not letting him know that now my red cheeks were because of him.

"y/n-" , he tries to continue but a few giggles leave his mouth, "i took your books out for you since we both have history now and because i thought you were late."

you turn to look at him, still panting, only to see a dimpled smile. you laugh a bit, the butterflies in your stomach increasing.

he pulls them out of his bag then hands them to you, your fingertips accidentally touching and making you blush even harder.

"thank you." you try to get out, not bothering to look at him, a small smile on your face.

"you're welcome, now let's get to class we're late." he laughs and begins walking to history class.

you do a quick jog to catch up with him since he was a fast walker, not noticing that something fell out of your half-open bag.

but someone else noticed, the school bitch, y/e/n noticed quite well. a sly smirk spread on her lips as her fingers wrapped around it and tucked into her bag for what she had planned for later.

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where's my planner?

you thought to yourself as your fingers frantically looked through your now messy school bag.