[listen to 'i mean it' by g-eazy]
there's a bad boy at your school, just like at every other normal high school in the states. his name was grayson bailey dolan.
to you, he was the biggest bully ever. you've been bullied by him for years. and since he bullies you, no one really respects you and makes fun of you.
he also has a twin brother, ethan, who just makes things worse. he hates you even more.
but one day, something unexplainable happened to you.
you saw grayson walking down the hallway after your last period, ethan and a friend of his named chris next to him. they eye you disgustingly and you scratch your arm awkardly.
he marches right up to you and his two firm hands wrap around your wrists as he stuffs you inside your open locker, ignoring your screams of help and begging.
he doesn't even smirk or laugh like the others as he fulfills his act.
"grayson, please stop.", you wheeze and he shakes his head lightly. "i wish.", he mutters and shuts the door.
you hear everyone laugh and you bang your hand against the door, tears rolling down your hot cheeks.
it's been five minutes and you eventually gave up on trying to get someone to help you out of the locker. you can't breathe in the enclosed space. you feel tiny.
it feels like the world around you is shrinking into the size of a ping pong ball. you can't see anything anymore. you gasp for air.
"code?", a voice cracks softly through the venting slits of the door. you sigh in relief quietly and press your palm against the cold door.
"27-8-12.", you dictate and wait patiently for the lock to turn and unlock eventually. you stumble out into a muscular chest and just hug whoever helped you out.
you look up and see his face, stumbling back against the locker and your hand slapping his right cheek swiftly as a reflex. you slide to the ground, your arms raised over your head like a shield.
"please don't hurt me.", you pant and he sits down next to you. he sighs and you leer over your shoulder into his face.
how haven't you ever realized how pretty he was? his chiseled chin; the sharp eyebrows; the soft hazel stained eyes. he looked angelic.
"i wish i could never hurt you, y/n.", he whispers as he places his hand on top of yours on the cold marble floor tiles. you feel a shiver race down your spine.
he leans towards you and holds your face with both of his hands protectively. "i wish i never began with you. i wish it never was you.", he sighs. steps echo through the hallway.
he swiftly presses his lips against yours and you feel his emotion of fear race through your veins as his hand grips tighter around your cheek, as if it were the last time.
he scrambles to his feet, giving you a pitiful look. ethan and chris appear behind him, ethan kicking your leg. you wince and grip onto the injured area. "aye, you did it, bro.", chris slurs slightly high.
you rub your sore eye and watch grayson put on a fake smile. "way too easy. who's next?", grayson smirks and you widen your eyes at them. ethan hands him a ten dollar bill. grayson takes it.
ethan laughs. "actually thought he liked you? fuck you, you little whore. we still hate you.", chris reminds you. grayson shrugs, as if he didn't care at all.
but his face revealed what he actually felt: hurt, pain, guilt.
"come on.", he tells the others and walks down the hall. you gather yourself unsteadily onto your own two feet and look at the three shadows for the last time.
grayson's head spins around and he mouths something you decipher as an
'i love you'
and them you run.
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me editing;
just retyped the whole fucking thing for yours' sakes:)
anyone wanna do the #BetYouCantDoItLikeMeChallenge ;))
xx,cece
