High school is beneath you. You could care less about attending and paying attention. Half the time you do attend, you fall asleep.

Class is starting soon and you're too lazy to attend, so, you decide to sneak out instead. You go to the back of the school and are about to climb through the window, suddenly, someone grabs your ankle and carries you into his arms, it is Grayson, the class president.

"Sneaking out, Miss Trouble?" His smirk widens as he tightens his hold on you.