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Me and Grayson were both nerds. We both wore oversized glasses and suspenders every once in a while. Some people would call us cute and some would throw up, but oh well.
Me and Grayson walked into school hand in hand both smiling like the goofs we are.
"Hey y/n?" Grayson looked down and blushed.
"Yes gray?" I also blushed.
He looked up into my eyes and said "I just wanted you to know that I love you." He smiled
I smiled wider "I love you more." He blushed wildly before kissing my cheek and walked to my locker.
We didn't let go of each others hands and Grayson opened my locker for me. He opened it and said "here you go princess." I smiled at him and quickly let go of his arm to get all of my three textbooks.
I grunted as the books were too heavy "let me help you." Grayson worried.
"No it's fine gray. I'm ok." I smiled reassured him.
He smiled back and I readjusted his glasses and pecked his cheek and he blushed.
The bell rung and we both went to class hand in hand somehow.
LUNCH PERIOD
me and gray walked in lunch with his hand holding mine tightly. We sat at our table and Grayson went away for a minute to get his lunch.
I adjusted my glasses for the 50th time today and opened my lunchbox to find... MY YOGURT! My mom remembered.
I need a spoon. Momma always forgets to pack my spoon. I don't blame her, I would too.
I got up and went up to the snack stand to get a spoon and straw because Grayson needs a straw to drink his chocolate milk with.
As I turned around I faced his twin brother, Ethan.
Uh oh.
"Hey babygirl." Ethan smirked at me making me uncomfortable.
"I'm not your babygirl Ethan." I croaked and looked down holding onto Grayson's straw.
"What did you just say to me?!" He yelled and grabbed my shoulders pushing me to the ground.
My vision then turned blurry. I can't see anything but colors of the lunchroom I can't see where my glasses went.
I sat up and crawled and my hands went on the floor blindly searching for my glasses but I couldn't find it.
Then a foot came in contact with my face I could feel the blood on my cheek just gushing out. I whispered in pain and looked up and got kicked again in the stomach.
I didn't need glasses to know it was Ethan. He always bullied me and his brother especially since we became a couple.
I tumbled back and touched the material of my glasses, I quickly put them on and got kicked in the face again and my one of my lens cracked.
