imagine | dolan twins

out of my league | g.d.

(song) your pov :

my pen glides along the surface of the thin lined paper and i smile as i finish my last sentence, quickly shutting my diary and moving it to the side of my desk.

i look up for a short second to take a quick glimpse at grayson and he purses his lips and bites his bottom lip in concentration as he plays with the end of his pen.

i look down again and scribble down an important note my teacher says and tuck a piece of my fallen hair behind my ear; but i stop my movements as someone's finger taps my shoulder.

i turn around towards the direction and my eyes widen in confusion.

"hey, quiet girl. you have a pencil i can borrow?" grayson asks with a grin, quirking his right eyebrow up

i freeze up and look straight into his eyes, parting my lips to fortunately say something but nothing comes out and i blush instead.

"uhm... you still there?" he chuckles, waving his large hand in front of my face

"oh uhm... r-right sorry." i breath out, shoving my hand into a pocket of my backpack and i grab my favorite pencil; handing it back to him

"isn't this your favorite pencil? why are you giving it to me?" he asks, looking back and forth between the pencil and my eyes

"uhm yes, but how'd you know?"

"you didn't answer my question y/n." he smirks

"i just wanted to give you the best pencil i have." i smile

he nods and smirks, moving back in his seat to face the front and i take a deep breath and move back into my previous position.

"to answer your question, i always see you writing with that pencil. trust me, i pay more attention to you than you think." he whispers as the bell rings

my eyebrows furrow at his response and i stay in my seat while everyone around me, shoves their belongings in their backpacks and rush for their next class.

"are you going to be leaving or will i have to push you out?" my teacher asks, chuckling

i laugh uncomfortably, still thinking about what just happened but i stand up anyway and shove everything i can reach for, into my backpack.

slinging my backpack over my shoulder, i wave off my teacher and rush to my next class.

grayson's pov :

"hey mr. miller. i think i left my notebook in here, mind if i check?" i ask, panting from running into the classroom and from the fact that i just came back from football practice

"i'm on my lunch break so stick around for however long you'd like to." he chuckles, making me smile and i walk over to my assigned seat

i sigh in relief as i see my notebook and i grab it but a dull brown book comes in my view as i turn my head slightly.

isn't that y/n's?

my fingers wrap tightly around the tiny book and my eyebrows furrow in confusion as i stare at it confusingly.

"that girl always writes in that thing. i wonder what it says." mr. miller comments

i nod at his response and turn my focus back onto the book, clutching it close to my chest and i run out of the empty classroom.

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god grayson. don't you dare fucking look.

taking a deep breath, i slightly open the book but i quickly shut it afterwards and i throw the book on my bed.