— Ghosts. For some people, scraps, leftovers, were useless. But for you, they were the basis of something.

Graduating high school wasn't an easy achievement. But getting into (or rather, being accepted into) one of the country's top universities? That would make you worthy of a Nobel Prize, if only it were enough to console you.

To get where you are, you had to pick up the crumbs, the scraps, the scraps that people left behind. Would it be so wrong to say that you developed an appreciation for people's leftovers? This had more than one meaning.

You've fought to be where you are now since high school. Growing up in a poor and, as if that weren't enough, abusive home didn't give you a chance. Going to this university wasn't just your chance to escape your parents: it was your life, absolutely everything you had.

But some people don't like having their leftovers stolen, as selfish as that sounds.

Grayson Sherwood was too much for your little truck; or rather, too much money for your incomplete bank account. It served as a reminder that there were people who simply achieved things through status, and others through hard sweat, sleepless nights, and a pity drawn by the university committee.

But the point was this: Grayson was still something very, very, very outside of your reality.

The first time you saw him was, to say the least, uncomfortable. It was a party you'd gone to just to try and meet some damn teacher, and bumping into him ruined your activity and his outfit.

Since then, Grayson seems to harbor a hatred for you. You don't think it's so bad, considering that being a scholarship student doesn't mean you have many people wanting to be your friends, at least at this university.

But Grayson was more than just an arrogant heir who seemed to hate you. You learned that one night, when by a disastrous coincidence, fate brought you two together. You were going to leave, you should have, but Grayson was relentless when he wanted to be. Long story short: he had just come back from a visit with Olive's parents (his dead ex), and he was sad and lonely. Grayson offered you money to spend the night with him. And God, you accepted. After that, there was a silent agreement that you two wouldn't talk to each other. And he ignored you.

Today, again, you're at a party organized by students. This particular teacher likes to go to these parties, no matter how inappropriate it may be. And well, you're always late to hand in your assignments to him.

After entering many rooms and seeing things you shouldn't have seen, you handed the stapled sheets (five in all) to the bald old man in the Hawaiian shirt. Somehow, you found one of the exits in this huge house, but you met someone else. And Grayson Sherwood looked so handsome as a person wearing black, with a bottle in hand, blonde hair moving gently in the breeze might seem.

You were ready to leave when his voice, in that same tone as always, only softer, said to you, "You don't have to leave." Without looking away from whatever he was seeing on the pool, he continued, "I tolerate company for today." This was ironic, because the last time he wanted your company, he paid for it.