Zain Pov
My thoughts were running around in circles as I lethargically made it through the first period, sitting at my desk filling out all of the coach's paperwork he didn’t feel like doing. I was starting to believe this was his punishment for me, for all the years of giving him cocky smirks and attitude when he told me to do something, but it allowed me to be close to Grayson, so I wasn’t complaining. Grayson...I sighed, biting the end of my pen as I stared absently at the paper in front of me. I groaned, pressing my forehead against the desk. My mind was still spinning from the information of him remembering his past. It was funny, because he remembered all of that but...not what happened after the kidnapping. He didn’t remember last night, none of it. He didn’t remember the past
