Slowly, you stumbled into the cold, uninviting classroom. Immediately, your eyes met his. He was sat in his chair, leaning back with his legs crossed at the ankle. He ran a hand through his hair, slowing when he spotted you. You swore a small grin spread across his face. He narrowed his eyes at you. You spotted the empty seat near him, and he noticed. Greyson raised his eyebrows slightly, as if silently challenging you to sit near him. The hockey jock. Rich. Hot. Funny. Popular. Perfect. And the boy who completely ruined your life.