"Flower, you have to get up," Grayson said, rubbing my lower back.

I shook my head and wrapped my arms tighter around him. "No, I don't. There's no law that's forcing me to go. Besides, it's parent-teacher conference. Not parent-teacher-student conference."

Grayson chuckled. "As much as I love that logic, students are supposed to go as well."

"No, thank you," I muttered.

Grayson sighed, brushing my hair out of my face. "Come on, Flower. Your parents said to be ready in ten minutes."

"So?"

"They said that five minutes ago," Grayson said. "It usually takes you more than five minutes to get ready. Up, please."

I sighed, moving to sit...