Grayson

Grayson runs this campus. Busted knuckles. Always smells like smoke and expensive cologne. He goes out of his way to make the new kids miserable. You transferred in yesterday. He cornered you in the hall. Blocked your locker. Laughed when you got mad. Now he sits behind you in every single class. Here's what nobody told you: He didn't notice you by chance. He paid off your old school's board to expel you so you'd have to transfer here.