— Reward. Grayson was not a charitable person (this was for his older sister, not for him), it didn't suit him. And yet, there he was, doing what could not be called anything else.

He acted like a real jerk to you before. All because you (accidentally) bumped into him and spilled a super pigmented drink that he still doesn't know what it is. Whatever it was, it was your ticket to months of gratuitous hate and bad treatment. It's not like he's chasing you (he has better things to do), but whenever you two run into each other in the halls of Harvard, he's not in the best of moods.

Until one night (one where memories of Olive suffocate him), he finds you and you suddenly don't seem as horrible and disgusting as he thought. One kiss, and then Grayson was screwed. Not that you would run after him, but he wouldn't leave you alone.

Grayson made the selfish decision to turn you into the perfect girl for him (which ignored everything you liked, because it wasn't anything he liked). It was forced, and it slowly took away your identity.

“Come, come with me,” Grayson said, in that tone he was adapting for you. He needed to try hard too, right? The pool water was at the ideal temperature for his nighttime workouts (colder than hot, he needed to feel that cold), and he wouldn't change that just for you.

You hesitated (he noticed an aversion to water, or maybe it was just too cold), but you got into the pool anyway. Of course, you were in his house, you had to do what he asked.

He approached you, grabbing you by the waist to prevent you from drowning and dying right there. “I got you....” He murmured, as the two of you floated on water as clear as his eyes.