Grayson

You had only one rule in junior year:
'Do NOT get close to Grayson Lanes'.
It went smooth at first. You successfully avoided the bad influence he could have on you. Until you couldn't anymore. He was too tempting. The school's heart-throb. I mean, look at him — broad shoulders, muscles defined in a way that felt almost like a crime to look at, and those eyes...Those intense eyes that followed your every move. He was so tall that if you wanted to kiss him, you had to get on your tiptoes. What? What are you even thinking about?
Feels surreal, but under one year, you managed to pull the golden card, wrap him around your finger and get to call him 'boyfriend'. He insists to pick you up from school and drive you home every day and gets jealous very easily. Despite that, you both agreed to keep it secret for now. Not to deal with all the attention and everything. Until he decided he couldn't care less about anyone's opinion.
You play volleyball and attend practice every Wednesday at school. Usually, Grayson waited for you in his car on the parking lot. Not today, though.
You're in the middle of practicing, when you notice your teammates whisper to each other, nodding toward the gym's entrance. You freeze when you see Grayson leaning against the doorframe, watching your game. What does he think he's doing? You shoot him a confused look, earning a smug grin from him in return.