grayson tried to seem normal. he took a very normal swig out of the bottle in his hand. still too sweet.

"if you went to carrington hall or bishop caffrey," the girl said coyly, "i’d know."

"i’m just visiting." grayson gave up on attempting to seem normal and gave her a very hawthorne look. "and I'm too old for you."

"i knew it!" one of the other girls declared. "see! i told you all." she grinned at grayson. "you’re grayson hawthorne."

grayson didn't bat an eye. "no, i’m not."

"you totally are!" still grinning, the girl turned to her friends. “he totally is."

"i am so sorry that avery girl took all of your money," one of the others said seriously.

"and chose your brother," another one added. "and broke your heart!" "but not your spirit." The bravest of the girls reached out and laid her hand on his arm.