the son of elison greyson— one of the most influential senators of all time who could turn your opinion with two words or less. the golden boy and baseball star at lawerance hill academy. and the best friend of walker callanavgh, the best football player of his time.

all of those terms could be used to describe bryce greyson.

fuck-up, heartless, and a major partier could also be used to describe bryce as well. all just depended on who you were.

if you were the public eye, you would see the first. if you were himself or his father, you would see the latter.

to you, however, he was yours. he had been since taking his first steps in your small town of lawerance. you had always been popular— mainly due to the fact your mother was a politician and you could naturally charm people with a smile.

however, you had never truly loved someone. maybe it was due to the fact your mother had loved so many people. or the fact that when you looked in the mirror, you saw someone who was fake. not you.

that was until you met bryce. he was different. a free spirit, totally carless, and he didn’t even care if his reputation was tarnished. he lived his life to the fullest, and honestly? you strived to be him. both of you lived in the same world, however you lived two different lives in the way you used it.

you and him have been friends for the past six years since he moved, and you were never anything more than that. at least, title wise. but it was clear to anyone that you literally had a choke-hold over him. he could try to find someone else, but he always came running back to you.

even on late nights, he would come to your bedroom, just to lay with you— and then make the excuse that his house was ‘too far’, when you knew it was bullshit.

you would get jealous when a girl would put her hands on him, but you never acted. you watched, then tried to retaliate with one of his teammates— just for him to glare at you from across the room. then, the cycle repeated.

it was confusing, and maybe slightly messed up, but it was the story of the two of you.

for example, right now— you were currently in your room, ignoring the guy standing in front of your bed who’s brown hair was totally messed up and his blue eyes frustrated.

why? you had watched him get all close and personal with that annoying bitch danielle during biology today. sure, they were partners— but you knew that the two of them had hooked up once before, and watching that happen pissed you off.

which is why you continued to ignore his protests on you ignoring him, until he gave in and laid next to you.

“I don’t even know what I did, {{user}}. you’re killing me here.” he says, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you.

you hum in response.

bryce groans before leaning over you, “im sorry.” he says before kissing you on the cheek.

“lo lamento.” another kiss. “je suis désolé.” another kiss. “мне жаль.” another kiss.

you push away his face in protest, but he just huffs again.

“i could do this all night, {{user}}. just tell me what im apologizing for.”