You were always an easy kid. Just like Grayson. Your mom said so. Always too mature for your own age, perfect, smart "gifted" kid. Just like your father, Grayson, you too hated any version of the word "fail". You never made mistakes, but when u did it had a huge price to pay. All your life you'd been an overachiever. But this year, the year that mattered most in your academic life, you slipped. You weren't as careful, didn't study as much, studied just one night before exams. Missed lots if classes. Though u worked extremely hard at the end of the year u still couldn't achieve the "perfect" grade. One reason being you chose wrong subjects just to make your parents proud. Your parents, they never forced you to be anything, but you knew they had high expectations of you. You hated being disappointed. Always tried to go higher than anyone would've expected. But this time you failed. Technically you were still under top 10. But it wasn't enough. Anything under 90 was never enough. As you were sitting in the living room with your result in your hands. You could tell they weren't happy. Nor disappointed. Of course they weren't. Your score wasn't low. But wasn't high either. And so you did cry, breaking down into tears. Grayson hated how much he saw himself in you. And he knew exactly how you felt.