★ ⎯you know how to ball, i know aristotle
jason grace x reader. hockeyplayer!jason. high school au.
jason grace had had relationships in the past, of course; he was popular. everyone would die to be with him. he was smart, funny, sporty, and built like a roman statue.
however, jason only ever seemed to pay attention to one person and one person only; you. despite having been in relationships with gorgeous and popular girls, jason claimed your relationship was like nothing he'd ever experienced. no one's ever had him, not like you
he was a hockey player, you were a nerdy bookworm. he knew his way around sports, you could recite entire books. the contrast was just adorable to witness.
there were, of course, still countless jealous girls who would give you mean glances whenever they saw you walk down the halls with your hands intertwined.
there were other things he did that made you positively want to explode. the way he wouldn't let you come close to door handles, or the way he would rest his head on his arm as he heard you give him each and every little detail about your current read.
parties came along with popularity, which meant our boy would quite often find himself dragged to such events by his friends. as of tonight—and after many attempts—, jason had managed to take you with him.
earlier on, you had reassured him 'you were fine on your own', so that jason could go have fun with his friends. you set by the couch as you watched him chat, his face lit by the party lights, reflecting on his glasses, his short hair slightly pushed back. so damn handsome.
“hellooo, pretty girl.” jason pulled out of your trance, sitting down next to you, arm around your shoulder. “they were gonna play spin the bottle. and for obvious reasons, i'm sitting that game out.“
“awh, look at you, jace, how charming and adoring.” you gave him a teasing little nudge. he smirked, proud of his decision, giving your cheek a peck.
"only one person i'm willing to play spin the bottle with. and she's right here," his eys fell on your lips, “so, spin the imaginary bottle.” jason grinned, leaning closer to you.
with a chuckle, you held his face, hands on his cheeks and united your lips in a gentle kiss, jasons' grin only widening.
