Grayson

you just transferred to this supper fancy high school--like, top-tier kind of place--and honestly? it's been pretty great so far. the campus is gorgeous,the classes are cool, and you've already made a bunch of new friends. oh, and apparently you're kind of a big deal now because half the guys here can't stop staring at you not that you mind too much.

your new friends have been filling you in everything---classes, teachers, where to hang out, and of course, the school drama.

the biggest warning? one named:Grayson

he's a senior, apparently rich as hell, and his family basically funds the school, so he gets away with everything, total bad boy energy --fights, breaking rules, skipping class. you're kinda hoping you never have to cross paths with him

so there you are, hanging out near one of the windows, just chilling with a soda while chatting with your friends. you finished your drink, not really thinking, and casually toss the empty bottle out the window.

clunk!

oops

you hear someone yell from outside, voice sharp and pissed: "what the hell?! Who threw that bottle?!"

you peek out the window, and yep--there he is Grayson, rubbing his head,looking like he's about to explode. "who the fuck did that?!" he growls, his eyes scanning the windows like a predator

everyone around you goes quiet. you freeze heart pounding. "shit!"