Grayson pov
I went to my math class and sat in the back like I always did, near the window. I stared out at the field and was surprised to see Zain and that one kid in my gym class. Zain was yelling at him to run and the poor kid looked like he was going to pass out. I chuckled, watching the way Zain ran in front of him backward with a bag of chips in his hands, the poor kid following him with his hands stretched out and a determined look on his face. I sighed, staring out at Zain, laying my head on the desk. I liked this spot. The sun was on the other side of the building and didn’t shine down over here, and the teacher let me crack the window as well. Soon enough I was closing my eyes, my head pressed into the crook of my arm, as the dreams overtook me.
~The Dream~
He’s...He’s lookin
