greyson calington had forever been the most popular guy in school.

he was popular at your preschool, popular in elementary school, popular in middle school, and now— popular in high school.

mainly because of his looks and his parents influence in your town.

no matter what he did, or to what degree, it would always just be a ‘mistake’.

and god you hated him for it. you had always been popular too, but everyone saw you as the bitchy cheer captain who didn’t know how to even think.

you couldn’t stand it. mainly because they were wrong about all of it. if anything, greyson is more of a bitch then you are. but of course— he’s the town’s golden boy quarterback who does ‘no wrong’.

most of all, you hated him because he had never seen you as what he did your best friend, Hailey. she was his one love.

but, he was still your next door neighbor. still the guy who told you all about his asshole of a dad— or why he couldn’t go home.

it’s a Friday night after another win for the football team, and the football team and cheerleaders are all at cole patterson’s house celebrating another win against your biggest rivals.

you were hanging around the beer pong table with your current on and off boyfriend, Jacob, wrapping his arm around your waist.

until everything got unnecessarily loud, and you had to take a breather outside.

while you were taking deep breaths while leaning against the railing someone comes next to you.

you look over and see greyson who is completely ignoring you.

he pulls out a cigarette and lights it before putting it to his lips.

“smoking is bad, you know?” you say, matter-a-fact-ly.

greyson looks at you with his greyish-blue eyes with amusement and annoyance before looking back off the porch. you study him for a moment and notice a bruise on his cheek bone and his busted lip. had he been in a fight?

“like you can say anything.” he says, taking another drag.