Raina Williams.

"He has some nerve." Grayson spat without remorse while pouring a glass of red wine for us both. Instead of clubbing we decided to stay at my apartment because he noticed how low, I was. In fact, I don't know how to feel about it everything.

"I just wanna go home Gray." I sighed. "I need to be with my parents and my brother." I said absent-minded. Gray handed me a glass as he sat next to me on the leather couch. "You have a very funny way of dealing with stress and anxiety my dear Raina." He sipped on his wine. He looked so carefree, i guess...