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i close the door a little so my dad couldn't see, "grayson, what the hell are you doing here?!" i whisper yell.

"i wanted to meet your dad, you have to at least give him a chance to get to know me and like me!" he argues.

"sh!" i say attempting to get him to stop talking so loud. "look, i appreciate the effort. but seriously, you have to go... i just don't want anything to ruin what we got so far," i say.

"it won't-" he was cut off by my dad, "elena, let him in." i hear behind me. i squeeze my eyes shut and turn around opening the door wider.

"hi, nice to meet you mr. beck," he reaches his hand out, my dad looks at it before taking his hand and shaking it.

"and you are?" he ask coldly, "grayson dolan, sir," he nods his head a little.

"this is my friend, dad," i say, "friend?" he ask. "well, we're talking... we're not official yet," i say.

"ah, i see." he nods his head. "elena, can grayson and i have a moment to talk?" he ask.

i look over to grayson before answering, "uh, yeah sure." i say stepping away.

after a while i finally come back. "hey, what's going on?" i ask sitting on the couch, "elena, hey!" my dad smiles widely.

i give him a confused look, "what's going on?" i ask. "we're just talking. i think grayson might be the only good guy you've dated so far," he says catching me off guard.

i raise my eyebrows, "what?!" i say shocked. "yeah, he's a good young man." my dad puts his hand on graysons shoulder.

"grayson and i technically aren't dating but.. you actually like someone i'm talking to?" i ask.

"yes, elena." he laughs standing up, he pulls me into a side hug. "as long as he treats you right, we'll be good." my dad smiles.

"i better get going, i'll be down here tomorrow for your game though." he kisses me on my forehead.

he finally leaves, "okay, what did you do to him?" i laugh, causing him to as well. "i told you dads love me." he laughs.

"well, i'm glad it worked." i smile, he pulls me in by my waist and pecks my lips.

my smile quickly fades when i remember what i had to talk to him about, "what's wrong?" he ask.

i let out a sigh sitting down on the couch, "there's a couple things i had to talk to you about." i say.

he sits down beside me, "yeah?" he ask. "so at the game, callie said some stuff to me about a competition for you and then i seen she gave you a note then i asked you and you said it was nothing, but clearly it was something. and then you're roommate said you had a lot of one night stands?" i ramble on.

"i haven't had a one night stand since after i met you." he says, "met me in real life or when we were texting?" i ask.

"since before i met you in real life and we started talking." he answers, i lowly scoff. "you told me you hadn't been messing around with girls since the thing with your mom?" i ask.

"i wasn't really 'messing' with them, i have needs though." he shrugs, i roll my eyes. "so if i'm not ready to do anything you'll find someone else to fill your needs?" i ask.

"no, no, of course not." he shakes his head grabbing my head lightly.

"what about the callie thing?" i ask, "she doesn't mean anything to me." he says, "what was on the note?" i ask.

"it was her phone number but-" he starts, "you didn't think to tell me she gave you her phone number?! when i asked you what that was about you just said nothing and kept her phone number? for what? future references?" i ask standing.

"elena, no, i don't even know what that note is. i just took the note to not be rude," he says. "really? 'to not be rude' grayson it's not being rude saying you're talking to someone and not talking her fucking phone number." i say.

"calm down, elena." he says, "i think you should leave." i say. "what?" he ask, "i have a game tomorrow, i have to go to sleep. you need to leave," i say.

"elena just-" he starts.

"grayson, please just leave." i ask. "whatever, elena." he grabs his phone off the couch and walks out.

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