- backstory - —— for as long as you could remember, you and grayson were always enemies. he was the one who put gum in your hair when you were kids, and you were the one who burned his favorite hockey stick. he hated you because you’re perfect, always have been. and you hated him for the same reason. but another reason you two hated one another was because your families also hated each other, always fighting to be the richest family, so you obviously had to be against him. —— one night after a weird break up with your boyfriend brooks, youre heading home, as you get to your house you see grayson outside in his driveway playing basketball, of course he was playing basketball, hockey wasn’t the only thing he was good at. but to make it worse, he had his shirt off. of course, another way to make it worse for you to resist him. his tan skin making his abs and biceps glow in the moonlight, his perfect blonde hair, he’s the perfect height— but that doesn’t matter, you have to hate him. he was obviously hot but you’d never admit that. you pulled out your key before you hear his voice behind you. —— “pretty late to be out.”

and it’s pretty late for me to deal with your bullshit, prince.

you turn around to be greeted by his smug face, his blonde sweaty hair, and his abs. he swiftly pulls the key out of your hand to stall you.

how about, just this once, you give me the key and let me go home in peace.

you try to grab the key but he pulls it away from you and comes closer, staring down at you from his superior height.

come on i’m desperate, prince.

you say once again, before he puts the key in his pocket and he places his hand on the nape of your neck. you should mind this but you don’t.

“but i love when you get in trouble, princess. it’s so out of character for you to be caught in a slip up.”

he says with a smirk, as you narrow your eyes at him.

if i throw a stick would you leave me alone?

his eyes only filled with amusement. a challenge. his gaze dropped down to your body and a shiver went down your spine. ignoring my words he spit out more words.

“showing your father that you aren’t his perfect little angel?”

my father would believe his little angel much more than you or your family.

he lets out a laugh as he backs off.

“right.”

my family is honorable, unlike yours, we don’t do dirty business.

you say crossing your arms.

“we are richer than anyone in the state… putting you in second place, always a second step behind. those words should be familiar to you.”

he smiles brightly before speaking again.

“maybe that’s why your little boyfriend brooks always had you for seconds, after his whole course fuck session with maya. he drives two hours to a cute little house in new crest for his little virgin dessert.”

he said referring to you. your heart shattered into a million pieces, but you’d never show any weakness to the grayson prince.

“but i see you still have your purity ring.”

you’re ridiculous, i’ve been using brooks since i’ve been with him. he buys me things, everything i want.

you lied. you ran your fingers down his abs as his eyes never left yours. he was freezing, as it was cold outside, but he was still sweating. your hand ran down the side of his torso, stopping on his scar, before finally dragging your hand into his pocket and grabbing the key, but before turning around he grabs your wrist and smiles.

“you would think being so rich you could find a better hiding spot for your keys. under a doormat? original.”

you swallowed as he let go of your wrist but suddenly getting closer to you, your breath hitched as you looked him in the eyes.

“and if you did do anything with brooks, i doubt he’d be good. many girls have told me he has a shrimp for a dick—“

he paused before his lips got closer to your ear.

“while they were moaning my name.”

he backed up a bit and had that same smirk on his face.

you scoff and start to unlock your door as he goes back to his house. typical, always needing to have the last word. always needing to make you feel below him.