out of my league ♡ grayson
anon: please an imagine where girls are bullying y/n and grayson makes her feel better sorry if this is mainstream ily and your blog tysm
anon: YO imagine where gray gets all sweet when girls are mean to the reader? tysm
(BRUH these requests have been in my inbox for EVEERRR like actually I’m so sorry frfr)
“Y/N, come here!” You hear one of your not-so-close friends giggle. You did not want to be at the dumb party Grayson made you go to, but you did anyway because he hadn’t seen his friends for a little while.
You close your eyes for a moment and sigh, really hoping you’d have patience with the girls at this party. They only knew you because you were dating Grayson, and they just so happened to be Gray’s friends girlfriends.
“So, how’s it like being the tops girl,” The blonde says and the rest of the group of girls laugh.
“Good. Why is that funny?” You roll your eyes. You hated girls like them. Snobby, rude, and they threw themselves at literally any guy. Even at Grayson a couple of times.
“It’s funny, because you won’t last a day.” She sighs as if it was a tragedy, but you just roll your eyes once more,
“keep your cool, keep your cool.” You repeat over and over in your head. You didn’t want to make a scene and you wanted Grayson to spend time with his friends. You trusted him, so you knew it was best to leave if these girls got too annoying.
“Yeah, I’m so much better looking then her,” One of the other girls whine,
“More like he’s so much better looking then her.” The blonde scoffs, then looks at you in the eye and smirks, “You have to know he’s out of your league, Y/N.” She continues.
Smoke was practically coming out of your ears as she kept on talking, causing you to get angrier by the minute.
“Stop.” You say loudly, causing her eyes to widen and her to take a small step back, but she quickly recovers as her small frown you caused turns upward into a menacing smirk.
“Your feisty I’ll give you that,” She laughs and the girls behind her laugh along, which was no surprise to you. You knew that if this kept going, you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself, so you turn on your heel and practically jog up the stairs, hearing the girls’ snickers behind you.
You walk into a random room and lean against a wall, taking deep breathes to calm yourself down. Before you knew it, you sank down to the floor with your head against your knees, thinking about what those rude girls had told you.
“Grayson is out of my league” You mumble to yourself and take another deep breathe.
“Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out to you but you chose to ignore it, allowing you to sink deeper into your thoughts that seemed to get you in a sad mood.
“Y/N,” The voice was closer, “Why are you up here all alone? I saw you go up here and…Are you okay?”
You look up with your eyes closed, not really prepared to face Grayson after all of the dark thoughts that had just crossed your mind.
You open your eyes slowly to his face, seeing worry written across it causing little wrinkles to form on his forehead. You had always thought that was cute.
“Baby,” He starts and kneels down to be face-to-face with you, “Why are you up here all alone?” He repeats.
“Nothing. Seriously, I’m okay,” Your voice cracks a little, but you keep going, “Go have fun with your friends. I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” He shakes his head, “Trust me, I know when my girl is not fine and she is definitely not fine right now.” He informs you and you bite back a smile.
“Grayson…” You start but he interrupts, sitting down in front of you,
“Y/N, what happened? You can tell me.” He says, and you feel tempted to pinch his cheeks at how cute he looked. His eyes were big as he stared into your eyes, waiting for your answer which you knew he’d listen to.
“I just don’t like the girls downstairs. It’s nothing.” You stretch the truth and Grayson narrows his eyes at you,
“And what did they do?” He signals for you to continue and you sigh. He looks at you for a moment and spins you around so that you were leaning on him instead of the wall, playing with your hair as he waited for your reply.
He knew just how to get you to talk.
“You’re out of my league grayson. Those girls are way pretty and I can’t compete…” You huff and grayson sighs, a small frown making its way onto his beautiful face. You wanted nothing more then the smudge that frown off of his face at that moment.
“Did they put that in your head?” He rolls his eyes, “Y/N, let me tell you something. You’re my girl. my girl. No one else is my girl. You are the most beautiful girl I know, and I love you. Those other girls have nothing on you, and if you think i’m out of your league, i’m flattered, but you have it backwards.”
You smile wide and turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a slow, passionate kiss to his lips. Your lips moved in perfect sync as you kissed, making you hum in delight.
When you pulled apart you see graysons flushed face and plump lips in front of you, and you reach up and trace his bottom lip with your thumb making him smile.
“let’s get out of here?” He asks, a little bit of hope intertwined in his voice.
“Are you sure?” I ask him and he nods eagerly,
“Very. Let’s go get ice cream.” He sighs and grabs your hand, leading you out of the house and to his car, every girl eyeing you jealously from the corner.
a/n – trashy but not trashy. that’s lit. i’m tired. gn. love you all. sorry if theres typos lolol i’m actually about to die of tiredness.