You hated him. His dark hair, darker eyes and that somehow perfectly chiseled face.

You hated the way his gaze settled on you in every room and the sinful way your name rolled off his tongue. You hated Grayson Kingston.

Ever since you joined Elite High, it seemed that he had made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. He was fucking everywhere, no matter how far you ran. The whole school knew of your enmity by now.

You adjusted the edge of your mini black strapless dress before climbing up the steps to the party. You weren't a huge fan of too many people and alcohol, but you needed something to clear your head right now.

You felt it before you saw it. A heavy, dark gaze making goosebumps rise on your skin. A hand suddenly slammed on the wall beside your head, making you suck in a tiny breath, sandalwood and cologne slamming against your senses. Fuck.