Down Bad
Ryland Grace x Reader
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[your younger sister is one of his students]
tags: no warnings aside from little cuss words (censored), short fluff, named-sister, fem reader
— it’s extremely short coz i was thinking of creating a full fanfic book ;-; this is supposed to be the intro🙏🏻
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
"And here I thought you purposely left your lunch coz you're a big menace." I rolled my eyes as I shove my sister's lunch box, the little rascal rolled her eyes at me as she held up a hand as if to refute back,
"As if you weren't here just to ogle Mr. Grace."
The horror that etched itself along my face must've been priceless from the way she's snickering,
“Bro, you're pushing it—"
Well, she wasn't wrong there, but there is no way I'd admit it on her face.
"Hey Mr. Grace!" She abruptly called out behind me, my head turned backwards so fast it nearly gave me a whiplash, but alas—the man wasn't there, disappointed probably, but mostly mad, coz how did I fall for that?
"See? A whip." She claimed giving me a face before she quickly turned around skipping back to her class before I could retort back to save face. I sigh, rolling my eyes as I ran a hand through my hair exasperatedly.
I checked my phone for the time, there's still a few minutes before my next shift in the cafe. I sat down on a bench before pulling out the cold sandwich I packed earlier that morning for lunch, might as well eat my lunch here before I head for work, pretty sure Trevor would try and pass all the workload on me the moment I stepped in. I sigh, taking a bite off of my sad looking sandwich as I look around, the school grounds was fairly empty despite the lunch break, thankfully—I look like sh*t.
I woke up too late only for me to bike my way to my sister's school to bring her forgotten lunch, much to my dismay, could've used that extra 5 minutes daydreaming. Speaking of daydreamings—yep, I think I might be hallucinating at this point, coz why am I seeing Ryland Freaking Grace walking over to me. I froze and stopped chewing all together…
I scrambled to fix my posture, my tongue tracing the front of my teeth, afraid a stray lettuce has managed to wedge itself in between—I am a mess, heck, I didn't even brush my hair i just put it in a messy bun in haste!
fudge, why is he walking towards me?—
"Ms. (Last name)?" He asks, I nearly fainted on the spot, gods—he looks ridiculous,
"Yes?" It’s a miracle I still had the brain capacity to answer him just fine,
He smiled, the polite kind, the ones he gives during parents' meetings or school programs—he infuriates me.
Why is he even here—I mean, of course he's here he's a teacher for pete's sake!—but like, why me?!
"I was hoping I'll get to catch you one of these days, I want to talk about Brittany."
Ah... Of course, my sister.
I gave him a polite smile in return, tucking my cold half-eaten sandwich discretely inside my hoodie pocket as I nod my head, "Right— of course, is there any problem?"
F*ck, where’s mom when I needed her the most?
He shake his head almost instantly, "None at all, she's a bright kid. Especially in my class, she's been doing great, was kinda' hoping I'll have a word with Mrs.(Last name) instead, but I wasn't able to contact her recently."
"Oh, yeah.. about that, she changed her phone, got a teeny tiny problem in it but she refuses to have it fixed, so she just kinda bought a new one."
Why in seven hells am I explaining too much?
He simply take in the words, professional—just classy, nothing out of ordinary, before nodding. "No problem. If you would just kindly relay the message that I'd like to talk to her, I'd appreciate it."
"Of course, I gotchu."
...
His brows raised slightly, amusement maybe? Awkwardness? Heck, is he experiencing second-hand embarrassment, coz I am...for him.
"Thank you, Miss (Last name).." he smiles, his eyeglasses slightly crooked, but falling just perfectly over the bridge of his nose.
If he hang on for a bit longer I would've fainted, right there. I'd be a talk of the campus, and I am not even a student!
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝