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DolanTwins

Summary: Y/n is sick of being called frigid, having it shoved down her throat at every party and social gathering she attends. Her confidence is repeatedly broken, stepped on by the people that were supposed to be her friends. Grayson, a boy she’s had a secret crush on for years, is there to comfort her. 

Word Count: 13.8k

Warning: Strong sexual content, smoking, blowjob, drinking *sorry mr. tAkE cArE oF yOuR bOdY grayson* 

Pretentious jerks. That’s all they were. Teenagers that sat on their rich parents high horses, acting so above her every chance that they had. Robotic, inhumane, deceiving. But they were also mean, cruel, and unforgiving with their words more than anything else. They insisted it was all a joke - of course they would - said it was a system to break her into the ‘real world’. One she was sure she didn’t want to belong to - not if it’s like anything they’ve shown her. Not if it’s full of sneaky spiteful assholes that didn’t care about anyone other than themselves. They insisted it was them being “good friends”. So why did it hurt so bad when threw their jokes, mockery, and snarky comments at her? Why did it hurt to not be included in on the joke but be the laughing stock of the party? Instead being on the outside looking in - to the one being laughed at. 

“You’re a prude, Y/n, just accept it,” they would say, a term that she’s heard for most of her teenage years. And she knew she should have ignored it, but it never sounded better no matter how many times she heard it. Never, was it used as a compliment - of course not. Because why was it okay to be a virgin? Why would it ever be okay to want more for yourself other than a quick fuck? Why did it have to be frowned upon and embarrassing? It was meant to put her down, not make her laugh, simply said to hurt her feelings because they knew it would. They knew she would think about it hours, sometimes days, after it floated out of their mouths and into the universe - the universe that refused to cut her a break. It basically defined her entire existence in the eyes of her “friends.” It was 1. Shouted at her or 2. Laughed in her face. No in between. They said it like they weren’t meaning to hurt her, even if it did. Because, when would they ever have the capacity to know what was right and wrong? Why would she ever expect anything more than the life of a frigid ‘prude’? They thought it gave them a free pass when she laughed it off with them. She wouldn’t let them know it cut her deep down to her core. But it had started to weigh her down, chip away at what little confidence she had built up. She thought that maybe when she got into college, it would get better, but it only got worse. 

Y/n wasn’t the type to settle, thus making her very misunderstood. She wasn’t what they called “frigid”. Time and time again they would throw around the word - and time and time again she chose to accept it for what it was. She just didn’t want to bang it out with some random stranger like all of her friends did, instead wanting someone special that didn’t just want her for her body - but saw her. Really saw her, for more than just a body. She knew it was cliché and sounded like it came straight from every romantic movie ever made, but it didn’t make it any less true. She was eighteen for Christ’s sake, sitting in a room full of people that have been fooling around since they were fifteen while she sat quietly and tried to ignore the whole thing. It was humiliating. It made her sick to her stomach. It made her nervous. And most of all, it made her sad. She had never wanted to join in or acknowledge it. The thing holding her back? Her dignity: something she was very proud of. She also wasn’t even the least bit interested in any of her “friends”. Romantically, and lately, even platonic. 

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“Here,” Grayson said, handing me a warm towel.

“Thanks,” I said, wrapping the towel around my shoulders. I yawned, the emotional roller coaster of tonight made me more tired than I realized.

“It’s getting late,” Grayson said, checking his watch. The time was 10:30. “I should get you home now.”

We got in the car and started to my house. 

“So what do you have to do tomorrow?” Grayson asked. 

“I have to go to my therapist again, then my friend Rylie wants to meet up,” I explained mumbling the last bit.

“You don’t sound too excited about it, what’s up?” Grayson asked. God, he was so genuine and adorable I don’t know how he’s even real.

“We just haven’t talked in forever. I just don’t know if I should trust her.”

“I think you should give her a shot. She may surprise you.” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I sighed. 

“So….if you’re not busy tomorrow evening do you wanna meet up we can go out for a proper dinner?” Grayson hesitantly asked with a hint of optimism in his voice.

“Like a date?” I countered hesitantly to see how he sees me.

“Yeah, I mean burnt dinner with my annoying brother is not exactly how I wanted our first date to go.” He laughed. “It’s just a suggestion, you can always decline if you feel uncomfortable.”

We pulled into my parking lot as Grayson finished his sentence. I opened the door getting out of his truck and turned back. “Actually, I’d really like that Grayson.”

“Great I’ll pick you up at 7.” He smiled an adorable grin.

“Sounds great.” I smiled back. I turned and walked up the steps to my front door. He didn’t pull away till the door closed behind me with a smile and a wave.

I yawned again, taking off my shoes in the foyer and getting a glass of water from the kitchen. My stepmom entered the kitchen with her glasses perched on her nose and her robe hanging loosely over her silk pajamas.

“You were out pretty late. How was dinner?” She asked with a sort of sour tone. I tried to blame it on the time, but I couldn’t help but get so angry with her.

“It was fine.” I said ignoring her. “I’m going up to sleep.”

“Ok, sweetie don’t forget you have a therapist appointment tomorrow.”

I went upstairs taking a shower and going to sleep dreaming about the wonderful night I had.

Grayson’s POV

The drive home was pretty quiet while I reminisced about the time I had with Astrid.

I got home hanging up my keys and sitting next to Cameron on the couch.

“So….” Cam started turning to me.

I blushed knowing she was referring to the kiss I shared with Astrid earlier.

“I know you don’t approve of her yet and that you don’t want to see me get hurt but I really like her.”

“Aw Gray, I know you do and I respect your decision.” she smiled.

“Really?” I asked, feeling my heart swell.

“Yeah, she and I talked while you and E were cooling off. Then a bit later I called mom and told her what we talked about. She really likes her based on what I told her. I think you should call her.”

“Ok, I will. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight” Cameron replied heading to her room while I headed off to mine. 

After a hot shower, I laid on my bed and called my mom.

“Hey, sweetie.” Her voice filled my ear.

“Hey, mom. How are you?”

“I’m doing great, baby. Cameron told me about the girl you met. From what Cam told me she sounds like a great person.”

“Really?” I smiled. “I mean you don’t think it’s just attachment because of what happened?”

“Baby I don’t know. I don’t know if anyone but her can really know. But I do think you should give her a shot, and I’d really like to meet her someday. When you both are sure about it all.”

I chuckled at her eagerness. “I think that’s a great idea, for when we’re both ready.”

We finished our conversation and said goodnight. I laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling before I fell asleep soon after.

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