"Aren't you heading home?" His question startles me as I step out of the changing room. He's leaning against the doorway, looking at me with an unbelievably calm expression. When did he even get there, I wonder.

I decide to continue walking, choosing to ignore his question. I really don't want to deal with a Grey who seems to be consistently present around me since I set foot in this school. In fact, even before that—remembering our unpleasant first encounter and his reputation as a troublemaker, it's no wonder people have nicknamed him "Grey," a name that seems to stick easily to someone with those stormy gray eyes of his....