the boy who ran my mailbox over with his car - grayson dolan x reader

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The only thing Y/N was able to think as she walked through the courthouse and into the spacious room was, 'How did I get myself into this mess?'
It was probably a good idea to practice what she was going to say when it came time to tell her side of the story. She imagined it would go something like this: "Hello, my name is F/N M/N L/N and at about 10:30 PM last year in July, my house's mailbox got obliterated by the defendant." She had this part set in stone - but part of it was still a mystery due to the fact that she never actually saw the person who had done the deed. All she remembered is being asked if she wanted to press charges and, out of her rage and her desire to get justice, she had defiantly said yes.
Over time she had started to regret this decision. It was way more paperwork than she needed to deal with and much more time to have to wait for than she had anticipated. If she and her roommates hadn't been under so much financial stress she probably would have handled the situation much better, but if the perpetrator hadn't smashed the mailbox in the first place they wouldn't have to deal with it at all, so who was at fault here? Luckily the defendant had answered their call to court when requested and the judge would be able to decide who was more guilty than the other.
Y/N stared around at the faces surrounding the podium she'd be pleading her case at and felt her stomach drop. This was all so frighteningly new. What if she embarrassed when the judge asked her a question? What if she remembered something she'd forgotten to do mid-trial and got thrown off guard? What if she started to throw up everywhere with no warn- Okay, maybe this was getting a little far-fetched. Y/N knew that this was just what happened in her kind whenever she was nervous about something. She would conduct herself politely, answer questions when asked, and most importantly get revenge!
And then he walked in.
The defendant.
She took in everything about the man walking through the opposite side of the courtroom. The first thing she noticed about him was his strong jawline. The second thing were his deep, green-colored eyes. The last thing: he was really hot. Y/N suddenly didn't mind that he had run her mailbox over.
The last group of spectators trickled into the room and silence was brought over the crowd. The bailiff, a stout older man, stood up and began to speak:
"All rise....this court is now in session, the honorable Judge Briggs presiding."
Judge Briggs entered the room and took a seat at her bench. She had long auburn hair tied neatly into a bun; a gentle expression blanketed her face as she listened to the bailiff explain the case. Y/N relaxed, thinking that this might not be so difficult after all, until she gave a glance in the direction of her defendant and met his eyes. Her head snapped back into place quickly and Y/N felt her heart stir up again.
"You may now be seated," the bailiff announced to the courtroom. He turned to each one of them and instructed them to swear that they would tell nothing but the truth and then asked them to introduce themselves.
"I am F/N L/N. At about 10:30 PM during July of last year, this man ran into my mailbox with his car."
It was time for him to introduce himself. Y/N turned to stare as he stated his name.
"I am Grayson Bailey Dolan. I was in a car at the time Miss L/N mentions, but I'm not the one who destroyed her property. My brother was."