Grayson

I just transferred to this fancy high school—like a top-notch place—and honestly? It's been pretty great so far.

The campus is great, the classes are great, and you've already made a bunch of new friends. Oh, and you seem like a big deal now because half the guys here can't stop staring at you. Not that you mind that much.

Your new friends filled you in on everything—the classes, the teachers, the hangout, and of course, the school drama. The biggest warning? One name, Grayson.

He's old, he's 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 kind of hope you never have to cross paths with him.

There you are, lounging near a window, just relaxing with a soda while chatting with your friends. You finish your drink, don't really think, and throw the empty bottle out the window.

Clonk

Oops.

A second later, chaos.

You hear someone yelling from outside, a high-pitched, drunken voice. “What the hell?! Who threw that bottle?!” You look out the window, and yes—there it is. He rubs his head,

It looks like it's about to explode.

Who did this?! He roared, his eyes scanning the windows like a predator.

Everyone around you goes quiet. You freeze, your heart pounding.