Grayson Dolan. He's got it all - the looks, the girls, a nice car, good grades, and the party life.
Well, except one thing. Personality.
"Hello?" She asked looking down at him.
"Ughhh" He groaned as he rubbed his eyes.
"Um, good morning."
"Where am I?" He asked looking around as he realized he was laying on grass.
"Was I drunk?"
"Pretty sure." She said, looking at the bottle of beer next to him.
"Who are you?"
"Daliah. But sometimes I go by Dez."
"But I don't care."
"...K. Well I'll see you around, Grayson." She said walking back to her house.
"How do you know me?!"
"We kind of go to the same school."
My eyes slowley opened to my ceiling fan still moving, but with the 6:00 morning sun shining through my window. I let out a dreadful sigh.
Walking to the school after pulling up in to the student parking lot, the first person I notice is Grayson leaning on the side of a white truck with his twin Ethan and his friends Jake and Cameron.
I make my way t...